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rT  is  acknowledged  by  the  beft  Judges  of  the  Sacred  Text, 
that  the  Book  ofPfalms,  in  its  original  Drcfs,  is  a  Cot- 
Bion  ofthemoft  elevated  and  fublime  Compofitions  that  are 
be  found  in  any  Language  ;  and  it  has  been  often  lamented, 
at. Jo  tnuch  of  the  Piety,  Dignity,  and  Poetic  Excellence  of 
.<?  Original,  has  been  loft  m  all  the  Attempts  that  have  been 
t  made,  to  give  us  a  literal  Translation  of  it  in  Englijh 
erfe.  Many  Chriftians  have  alfo  nv'ijhed  to  fee  the  Sulftance 
"this  excellent  Collection,  cloathed  in  Language  more  adapted 
the  brighter  Difcoveries  of  the  Gofpel,  and  the  State  of  the 
hriftian  Worfthip  ;  that  they  may  befung  ivithUnderftand- 
•g  and  Devotion,  and  thereby  contribute  to  the  Elevation  and 
mprcvement  of  the  Chriftian  Temper.  This  has  been  happily 
tecuted  by  the  learned  and  pious  Dr.  Watts,  and  the  Pfalms 
■shich  he  omitted,  have  beenfupplied  by  Mr.  Barlow,  nearly 
the  fame  Spirit  and  Stile  ;  and  all  local  References,  ivhich 
vere  found  in  Dr.  Watts' s  Imitation,  have  been  carefully 
Itered,  fo  as  to  render  the  Compofttion  better  adapted  to  the 
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An      INDEX: 

O    R, 

T  A  B  L  E  to  find  a  Pfalm  fuited  to  particular 
Subjects  or  Occasions. 

I  r  you  find  not  what  Word  you  feek  in  this  Table, 
feek  another  of  the  fame  Signification  ;  or,  feek  it  under 
forne  of  the  more  general  Words,  fuch  as  God,  Chrijf, 
Church,  Saints,  Pfalm,  Prayer,  Praife,  AfllicJion,  Grace, 
Deliver  ante,  Death,  Sec, 


ADAM  the  firft  and 
fecond,  their  domi- 
nion 8 

Ajjlitled,  Pity  them  35,41* 
Supported  55,  J45,  146. 
Their  Prayer  102,  143. 
Saints  happy  73,94,  119, 
14th  Part 

Affiiclions,  Hope  in  them 
13,  42,  77.  Support  and 
Profit  119,  14th part.  In- 
ftru&ion  by  them  94, 1 1 9, 
18th  part.  San&ified  94, 
119,  i%th  part.  Courage 
in  them  119,  17th  part. 
Removed  by  prayer  34, 
107.  Submifiion  to  them 
39, >23> I3I* In  mind  and 
body  143.  Trying  our 
graces  66,  119,1 7th  part. 
Without  rejection  89.  Of 
Saints  &  Sinners  different 
94.Gentle  103. Moderated 
125.  Very  great  77,  102, 

Aged  Sajnts  reflection  and 

hope  71 


AH -feeing  God  139 
Angels,  Guardian,  34,  9 T. 

All  fubjeft  to  Chrift  89, 

97.   Praife  the  Lord  103. 

Prefent  in  Churches  •-  38 
Appeal  to  God  againft  per- 

fecutors  7.  Concerning  our 

fincerity  1 39. Humility  131 
Afcenfion  of  Chrift  24,  47, 

68,  110 
AJfiflance  from  God  138, 144 
Atheifm  practical    12,   14, 

36.    Puni/hed  10 
Attributes  of  God  36,  XII, 

145,   147 
Authority  from  God  75, 82 

BACKSLIDING  Soul 
in  diltrefs  and  defer- 

tion   25.      Reftored    51. 

Pardoned  78,  130 
Blejfir.g  of  God  on  the  bu- 

iinefs  and  comforts  of  life 

127 
Blejfings  of  a  family  128, 

I  33. Of  a  nation  144,1470 

Of  the  country  65,  147c 

Ofaperfoni,  32, 112  / 


INDEX. 


Blood  of  Chrift  cleanfing 
from  fin  51,  69 

Book  of  nature  &  fcripture 
19,  119,  4th  fart 

Brotherly  love  133.  Re- 
proof 141 

Bujinefs  of  life  bleft  127 

CARE  of  God  over  his 
Saints  34 
Charity  to  the  Poor  37, 41, 
112.  And  juftice  15, 1 12. 
Mixed  with  imprecations 

Children  praifing  God  8. 
Made  bleflings   127,  128. 

•  Inftru&ed  34,  78 

Chrifl  the  fecond  Adam  8. 
His  all-fufficiency  1.6.  His 
afcenfion24,  68,  1 10. The 
Church's  foundation  n8. 
His  coming,  the  figns  of  it 
12.  His  condefcenfion  and 
glorification  8.  Covenant 
made  with  him  89.  Firft 
and  fecond  coming  90, 
97,  98.  The  true  David 
35.  His  death  and  refur- 
rettion  16,  22,  69.  The 
eternal  Creator  102.  Ex- 
alted to  the  Kingdom  2, 
8,  21,  72,  i.'O.  Our  ex- 
ample 109.  Faith  in  his 
blood  51.  God  and  Man 
89.  His  Godhead  102. 
Our  hope  4,51.  His  incar- 
nation and  fccrifke  40. 
The  King,  and  theChurch 
his  fpoufe  45.  His  King- 
dom among  Gentiles  72, 
87,132.  His  love  to  ene- 
mies 35,  109.  His  Maj ci- 


ty 97,  99.  His  mediatorial 
Kingdom  89,  no.  His 
obedience  and  death  69. 
His  perfonal  glories  and 
government  45.  Praifed  by 
children  8.  Prieft  -and 
King  no.Hisrefurredlion 
on  the  Lord's  day  118. 
Our  ftrength  &  righteouf- 
nefs  7  1 .  His  fufferings  and 
Kingdom  2,  22,  69.  His 
fufferin'gs  for  our  falvation 
69.  His  zeal  and  re- 
proaches  69 

Chiijiians  qualifications  1 5, 
24.  Church  made  of  Jews 
and  Gentiles  87 

Church  its  beauty  45,  48, 
122.  The  birth-place  of 
Saints  87.  Euilt  on  Jefus 
Chrift  118.  Delight  and 
fafety  in  it  27.  Deftru&ion 
of  enemies  proceeds  from 
thence  76.  Gathered  and 
fettled  132.  Of  the  Gen- 
tiles 45,  47.  God  fights 
for  her  10,  20,  46.  God's 
prefence  there  84,  132. 
God's  fpecial  delight  87, 
132.  God's  Garden  92. 
Going  to  it  i22.TheHoufe 
and  care  of  God  135.  Of 
the  Jews  and  Gentiles  87. 
Its  increafe  67.  Prayer  Ml 
diftrefs  80.  Reftored  by 
prayer  85,  T02,  107.  Is 
the  fafety  and  honour  of  a 
Nation  48.  The  fpoufe  of 
Chrift  45.  Its  worihip  and 
order  48 

Colonics  planted  107 


I      N      D 

Comfort,  holinefs    and  par- 
don 4,   32,   119,    nth  & 
j  ath farts.  And  fupport  in 
God  16,  94.  From  ancient 
providence  77,?43«  Of  life 
bleft  127.  And  pardon  130 
Company  of  Saints  16,  109 
Complaint    of  abfence  from 
public  worfhip  42. Of  fick- 
nefs6.Defertion  n-Pride, 
atheifm,    oppreflion,  &c. 
jo,  12.  Of.temptation  13. 
General  102.  Of  quarrel- 
fome  neighbours  120.   Of 
heavy   afflictions  in  mind 
and  body  143 
Compajfion    of    God     103, 

!4S»  J47 

Communion  with  Saints  100, 

133 

ConfeJJion  of  our  poverty  16. 
Of  tin,  repentance,  &  par- 
don 3^,38,  51,  130,  143 

Qonfeten'ce -tender  119,  :3th 
part.  Its  guilt  relieved  32, 

3?',  51,  13°       . 
Contention  complained  or- 1 20 
Converfe  with  God  63,  1 19, 

2d  part 
tonverfim  and  joy  126.   At 
the    afcenfion    of     Chrift 
lie.  Of  Jews  &  Gentiles 
87,  96,  106 
Corruption  of  manners  ge- 
neral 11,  12 
Counfel    and   fupport   from 

God  16,  1 19 

Courage  in  death  16,17,  71. 

Inperfecution  119,17th/). 

Covenant  made  with  Chrift 

89. Of  grace  unchangeable 


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89,  106 

Creation  and  Providence  33, 
104,135,136,  i47»x48 

Creatures  no  truft  in  them 
62,  33,  146.  Vain,  and 
God  all-fufficient  33. 
Praifmg  God  148 

DAILY  Devotion  55, 
T39 
Day  of  Humiliation  for  dis- 
appointments in  War  60 
Death  and  Refurreftion  of 
Chrift  16,  69.    Of  Saints 
and  Sinners   17,  37,  49. 
And  Sufferings  of    Chrift 
22,69.Deliverance  from  it 
31.  AndPride49.  And  the 
RefurrecYion  49,  71,  80. 
Courage  in  it  16,  17,  23. 
The  Effeft  of  Sin  90 
Defence  inGod  3, 121.  And 

Salvation  in  God  18,  61 
Delaying  Sinners  warned  95 
Delight   and  Safety  in  the 
Church  27,  48,  84.  In  the 
Law  of  God  119,  5th,  8th 
and  18th  parts.     In  God 
18,42,  63,  73,84 
Deliverance  begun  and  per- 
fected 85.  From  defpairi8. 
From  deep  diftrefs  34,  40. 
Fromdeath3i,n8.From 
oppreflion  and  falfhood  56. 
From  perfecution  53,  94. 
By  prayer  34,  40,  15,  126. 
From  fhipwreck.107. From 
flandei*3i.  Surprifing  162 
Defertim     and   diftrefs    of 
foul  13,  25,  38,  143 
Defire   of  knowledge    II 9, 
9th  part .  Of  holinefs  1 1 9* 


viii  I      N      I 

T  i  th part.  Of  comfort  and 

deliverance  1 19,  i2thpart. 

Of  quickening  grace  119, 

1 6  th  part 
Deflations,    the   Church's 

fafety  in  them  46 
Defpair  and  hope  in  Death 

J  7,  49.   Deliverance  from 

it   18,  130 
Devotion  daily  55,  134,  141 

On  a  fick  bed  39,  6 
DireBion   and  Pardon   25. 

And  Defence  prayed  for  5. 

And  Hope  42 
Difirejs   of  Soul  25.     Re- 
lieved 5>,  130 
Dominion     of     Man     over 

Creatures  8 
Doubts  and  Fears  fuppreffed 

3»  31.  '43 
Drunkard  and  Glutton  107 
Daj^  to  God  andMan  1 5,  24 
Dwelling   with   God,     fee 

Heaven,  Church,  &c. 

EDUCATION,     Reli- 
gious 34,  78 
Egypt's  Plagues  105 
-£«</    of    Righteous    and 

Wicked  1,  37 
Enemies  overcome  1 8.  Pray- 
ed for  35,  109.  Deftroyed 

12,  48,  76 
.Efli^y  and   Unbelief  cured 

37>  49 
Equity     and   WifJom     of 

Providence  9 
Evening  Pfalm  4,  139,  141 
Evidences  of  Grace  26.   Of 

Sincerity  18,  19,  139 
Evil  Times  12.  Neighbours 

xzoIMagiftrates  1 1,  58, 82 


)      E      X. 

Exaltation  of  Chrift  to  the 
Kingdom  2,  21,   22,  69, 
72,  no 
Examination  26,  139 
Exhortations   to  Peace   and 
Holinefs  34 

FAITH  and  Prayer  of 
perfecuted  Saints  35. 
In  the  Blood  of  Chrift  51, 
32.  In  divine  Grace  and 
Power  62,  130 

Faitbfulnefs  of  God  89, 105, 
in,  145,  146*.  Of  Man 
15,  141 

Faljbood,  Blafphemy,  ©V. 
12.  And  oppreffion  12,  56 

Family  Government  101. 
Love  and  Wor/hip  133. 
Bleffings  128 

Fears  and  Doubts  fuppref- 
fed3>  3tj  34*  In  the  Wor- 
ship of  God  89,  99.  Of 
God  1/9,  13th  part 

Flattery  and  Deceit  com- 
plained of  12,   36 

Formal  Worfhip  50 

Frailty  of  Man  89,  90, 144 

Fretfulnefs  difcouraged  37 

Friendjkip  its  blemngs  133 

Funeral  Pfalm  89,  00 

C^  ENTILES   given  to 
J    Chrift   2,   22,     72. 
Church  45,  6^,  72,  87. 
Owning  the  true  Cod  47, 
96,  9S 
Glorification  of  Chrift  8,45 
Glory  of  God    in   our  Sal- 
vation  69.     And    Grace 
promifed  84,  97,  89 
Glutton  78.  And  Drunkard 
107 


I     N      D 

God  all  in  all  127.  M -Suf- 
ficient 16,  33.  His  Being, 
Attributes  and  Providence 
,  36,  65,  147.  His  Care  of 
Saints  7,  34.  HisCreation 
and  Providence  33,   104, 
&c.  OurDefence  and  Sal- 
vation    3,    33,  61,   115. 
Eternal,and  Sovereign,and 
Holy  93.  Eternal,  and  Man 
mortal  90, 102.  Faithful- 
nefs  105,  111,89.  Glori- 
fied,   and    Sinners    faved 
69.  Goodnefs  and  Mercy 
*45»  io3*     Goodnefs  and 
Truth  145, 146.  Govern- 
ing  Power  and  Goodnefs 
66.'  Great  and  Good  144, 
68,  145,  147-  The  Judge 
9»   5°>  97*     K-*ind  to  his 
People  145, 146.  HisMa- 
jefty97,  and  Condefcenfi- 
on  113,  114.    Mercy  and 
Truth  36,  89,  103,   145. 
Made  Man  8.   Of  Nature 
and  Grace  65.  HisPerfec- 
tions    36,  in,  145,   147* 
Our  Portion,  and   Chrift 
our  Hope  4.   Our  Portion 
here  and  hereafter  73.  His 
Power  and  Majefty  68, 89, 
93,  96.    Praifed  by  Chil- 
dren 8.  Our  Preferver  121, 
138.  Prefent  in.  his  Chur- 
ches 46,  84.  OurShepherd 
23.    His  Sovereignty  and 
Goodnefs  to  Man  8,  113, 
1x4.      Our  Support    and 
Comfort   94.       Supreme 
Governor  82,  75,  93.  His 
Vengeance  &  Compamon 


E      X. 


IX 


68, 97.  Unchangeable  89, 
m.  His  Univerfal  Domi- 
nion 103.  His  Wifdom  in 
his  Works  111,129.  Wor- 
thy of  all  Praife  145,  146, 

Good  Works  15,  24,  112. 
Profit  Men,  not  God  16 

GoodneSs  of  God  8,  103, 
111,145,146 

Goffel  its  Glory  and  Succefs 
19,45,  no.  Joyful  Sound 
89,98.  Worfhip  and  Or- 
der 48 

Government  of  Chrift  45. 
From  God  75 

Grace  its  Evidences,  or 
Self-Examination  26,  139 
Above  Riches  144.  With- 
out Merit  \  6,  3  2.  Of  Chrift 
45,  72.  And  Providence 

33»  36,  I35>  x36>  m* 
Preferving  and  reftoring 
138.  Truth  and  Protec- 
tion 59.  Tried  by  Afflic- 
tion 17,  66,  125.  And 
Glory  84,  97.  Pardoning 
130 
Guilt  of  Confluence  relieved 
32,38,51,130 
TYARVEST  65,  126, 

il      147 

Health,  Sicknefs  and  Re- 
covery 6,  30,  31.  Prayed 
for  6,  38,  39 

Heart  known  to  God  130 

Hearing  of  Prayer  and  Sal- 
vation 4,  10,  66,  102 

Heaven  of  feparate1  Souls 
17.  The  Saint's  Dwelling - 
place  24 


1  ■    N      D      E 


Holincfs,  Pardon  and  Com- 
fort 4.  Defired  119,  nth 
part 

Hope  in  darknefs   13,  77, 

143.  Of  Refurreclion"  1 6, 

71.  And  Defpair  in  Death 

17,   49.  And  Prayer  27. 

.    For  Vidlory  20.   And  Di- 

f     reclion  42 

/  Hojanr.ah    of  the  Children 
8.  For  the  Lord's  Day  118 
Humiliation  Day  10,  60 
Humility    and     Submimon 

Hypocrites  and  Kypocrify 
12,  50 

IDOLATRY    reproved 

Jehovah  bt,  S^vRfcigns  93, 

96>  97 
Jews,   fee  7/r^e/ 
Imprecations  and  Charity  35 
Incarnation  96,  97,  98.  And 

Sacrifice  of  Chriit  40 
Infants  139,  fee  Children 
Injiruclion   from   God    25. 
From  Scripture.  119,  4th 
and  7th  parts.  In  Piety  34 
Infiruclive  Afflictions  94 
Intemperance   puniihed    78. 

And  pardoned  107 
Jdy  of  Converlion  126 
Ifracl  faved  from  the  Af- 
fyrians,  76.  Saved  from 
Egypt,  and  brought  to 
Canaan,  77,  105.  107, 
135,  136.  Rebellion  and 
Punifhment  78.  Puni/hed 
and  pardoned  106,  107. 
Travels  in  the  Wildernefs 
107,  114 


Judgment  and  Mercy  9,  68. 
Day  1,  50,  96,  97,  98, 
149.  Seat  of  God  9 

Jujlice  of  Providence  9.  And 
Truth  towards  Men  15 

Jujiif  cation  free  32,  130 
I>  NOPVLEDGE  defi- 
1\     red    19,    119,    9th 

LA  TV  of  God,  delight 
in  it  119 
Liberality  rewarded  41,  112 
Life  and  Riches  their  Va- 
nity 49.   Short  and  feeble 
89,  90,  144 
Longing  after  God  42,  63 
Lord's  Day  Pfalm  29,  118. 

Morning  5,  •  o,  63 
Love  to  our  Neighbour  15. 
Of  Chrift  to  Sinners  35. 
Of  God -better  than  Life 
63.  Of  God  unchangeable 
85,  106.  To  Enemies  35, 
109.  Brotherly  133 
Luxury  punifhed  78.  And 
pardoned  107 

MAGISTRATES 
warned     58,     82. 
Qualifications  iOi.Raifed 
and  depofed  75 
Majefy'ofGod  68,  fee  God 
Ulan   his  Vanity  as   mor- 
tal   39,    89,    93,      544. 
Dominion  over  Creatures 
8.  Mortal  and  Chrift  eter- 
nal i'oi'J  Wonderful  For- 
fna-tion  139 
Marriage  myftical  4^ 
Majlcr  of  a  Family  1O1 
Melancholy  reproved^ .  And 
Hope  77.  Removed  126 


IN     D 

Mercies  common  and  fpeci- 
al  o8,  103.  Spiritual  and 
Temporal  103.  Innume- 
rable 1 39.  Everlafting  1 36 
Recorded  107.  And  Truth 
of  God  36,  89,  103,  136, 

Merit  dilclaimed  10 
Midnight     Thoughts     63, 

i?9>    H9>    5th  and  6th 

Parts 
Minijlers  ordained  1 32 
Miracles  in  the  Wildernefs 

TI4 

Morning  Pfalm  3,  14T.  Of 
a  Sabbath  5,   39,  63 

Mortality  of  Man  39,  49> 
90.  And  .Hope  89.  And 
God's  Eternity  90,   102 

NATION'S  Safety 
is  the  Church  48. 
Profperity  67,  144.  Bleft 
and  punifhed  107 

National  Deliverance  67, 
75,  76,  124,  126.  De- 
folations,  the  .Church's 
Safety  and  Triumph  in 
them  46 

Nature  of  M^n  139 

OBEDIENCE  fincere 
18,  32,-1 39'  Better 
than  Sacrifice  50 
Old  Age,  Death  90.    And 
Refurre&ioh  17,  89 

PARDON,  Holinefs 
and  Comfort  4.  Of 
Backfliding  78.  And  Di- 
rection 25.  And  Repen- 
tance prayed  for  38.  And 
Confefiion  32.  Of  original 
and  aftual  Sin  5 1 


X. 


XI 


Patience  under  afflictions  39 
UnderPerfecutions  37,44. 
In  Darknefs  77>I30>,3* 

Peace  &Holinefs  encouraged 
34»  With  Men  defired  izo 

Perfeclions  of  God  36,  1 1 1, 

I45>   J47 
Persecuted  Saints,  35,  44., 

74,  80,  83 
Persecution,  Deliverance 
from  it  7,  53,  94.  Cou- 
rage in  it  119,  1 7th  part 
Perfecutors  punifhed  7, 129, 
149.  Their  Folly  j4.C0m- 
plained  of  35,  44,  74>  8o> 
8 3. Deliverance  from  them 

94>  9>  10        o    T 
Per j'everance   138.  In  Tri- 
als 119,  1  jth  part 
Pejlilence,    Preiervation   in 

it   91 
Piety  inftructions  therein  34 
Pity  to  the   Afflicted   41, 

fee  Charity,  God 
Pleading  without   repining 
39 »    123.    The  Promifes 
119,   10th  part 
Poor,  Charity  to  them  15, 

37,41,   112 
Portion  of  Saints  and  Sin- 
ners 11,   17,   37 
Poverty  confeffedi6 
P radical  Atheifm  14,   36 
Praife   to  God   from  Chil- 
dren 8.  For  Creation  and 
"Providence   33,104.     To 
our   Creator   100.    From 
all    Creatures   148.     For 
Eminent  Deliverances  34, 
118.     General   86,     145, 
150.  For  the  Gofpel  9?. 


I      N      D      E 


XII 

For  health  reftored  30, 
116.  For  hearing  Prayer 
66,  102.  To  jelus  Chriit 
45.  From  all  Nations  117. 
And  Prayer  public  65.  For 
Protection,  Grace  and 
Truth  57.  F^r  Providence 
and  Grace  36.    For  Rain 

65,  147.  From  the  Saints 
149,  150.  For  Temporal 
BleiTinga  68,  147 

Prayer  heard  4,   34,    65, 

66.  In  Time  of  War  20. 
Praife  public  65.  And 
Hope  27.  In  Church's 
Diftrefs  So.  Heard  and 
Sion  reitored  io.-..  And 
Praife  for  Deliverance  34 

Preferring  Grace  13S 
P> ■cfervation  in  public  Dan- 
gers  46,  91,   112.    Daily 
121 
Pride  and    Atheifm,     and 
Oppiefiion    punifhed    ic, 
IS.     And  Death  49 
Priejlbood  of  Chriit  51,  no 
Princes  vain  62,   146 
ProfeJJlon   of  Sincerity  and 
Repentance,  Sec.  119,   3d 
party  139.  Falfe  50 
fromi/es  and  Threatenings 
81.  Pleaded  1 19,10th fart 
°rofperity  dangerous  55,  73 
Prefferous    Sinners   curfed 

37>  49i73 

?ro:ecJien,  Truth  and 
Grace  57.  Sy  Day  and 
Night  i  21 

?rcuia£t:ces  its  Wifdom  and 
Equity  9.  And  Creation 
33>  *35>  '36.  And  Grace 


36,  147.  And  Perfection 
of  God  36.  Its  Myftery 
unfolded  73.  Recorded  77, 
78,  107.  In  Air,  Earth 
and  Sea  35,  65,  S9,  104, 
107,  147 

Pfalm  for  Soldiers  18,  60. 
For  old  Age  71.  ForHuf- 
bandmen  65.  For  a  Fune- 
ral 89,  90  For  the  Lord's 
Day  92.  Before  Prayer  95. 
Before  Sermons  ibid.  For 
Magistrates  ioi.ForHouf- 
holders  101.  For  Mariners 
107.  For  Gluttons  and 
Drunkards  107 

Public  Praife  for  private 
Mercies  116,  118.  For  De- 
liverance 124.  Wor/hip 
attended  on  122.  Prayer 
and  Praife  65,  84 

Punifnment  of  Sinners  1, 
">   37 

QUALIFICATIONS 
of   a    Chriftian  15, 
24 
Slukken'mg  Grace  119, 16th 
part 

RAIN  from  Heaven 
%»  *»&  '47 
Recovery  from  Sicknefs    6, 

30,  116 
Relative  Duties  15,  133 
Religion  and  Juftice  1 5.   In 

Words  and  Deed  37 
Religious  Education  34,  78 
Remembrance  of  former  De- 
liverances 77,  143 
Repentance,  Confeition  and 
Pardon  32.  And  Faith  in 
the  Blood  of  Chriit  51 


N      D      E      X. 


Reproach  removed  31,  37 
Rj/ignation  39,  123,  131 
Refolutions  holy   119,    15th 

part 

Rejioring  Grace  23,  138 
RejurreETxm   and  Death  of 

Chrift  2,  16.  Of  the  Saints 

16,  17,49,  71*  And  Death 

49>  7J>  89 
Reverence  in  Worfhip  89, 

99 
Riches    their    Vanity    49. 

Compared  with  grace  144 
Rigbteoufnefs  from  Chrift  71 

SACRIFICE  40,  51, 
69.  Incarnation  of 
Chrift  40 

Safety  in  public  Dangers 
91.  In  God  61.  And  De- 
light in  the  Church  27 

Saints  happy  and  Sin- 
ners curfed  r,  11, 119,  1 ft 
pari.  The.beft  Company 
16.  Charafterifed  15,  24. 
Dwell  in  Heaven  15,  24. 
Puniihed    and    faved    78, 

106.  God's  Care  of  them 
34.  Reward  at  laft  50, 
90,  92.  Patience  and 
World's  hatred  37.  Chaf- 
tifed  and  Sinners  destroy- 
ed 94.  Die  but  Chrift  lives 
IC2.  Punifhed  and  par- 
doned ic6,  107.  Con- 
dueled    to    Heaven    106, 

107.  Afflictions  mode- 
rated 125.  Judging  the 
World  149. 

Salvation  of  Saints  10.  And 
Triumph  18.  And  De- 
fence in     God    62.     By 


*9» 


Chrift  69,  85 
SanElified  Afflictions 

laji  part,   94 
Satan  fubdued,   3,   6,   13 
Scripture     compared    with 
Nature  19,  119,   ythpart. 
InftrucYion   from   it   119, 
4th  part.    Delight  in     it 
119,  5th  and  18th  parts. 
Holinefs      and     Comfort 
from    it   119,   6th    part . 
Variety     and    Excellency 
119,  8th  part 
Seafons  of  the  Year  65,  147 
Seaman  s  Song  107 
Secret   devotion    34, 

2d  part 
Seeking  God  63,  27 
Sick-Bed  Devotion    6, 

39,   116 
Sicknefs  healed   6,   3c, 
Signs  of   Chrift's   Coming 

12,  96,  &c. 
Self -Examination,  or    Evi- 
dences of  Grace  26,   139 
Separate  Souls  Heaven  17 
Sin  of  Nature  14.     Origi- 
nal and  Actual,  confefTed 
and  pardoned  51.   Univer- 
fal  14 
Sincerity  19,  26,   32,   139. 
Proved  and  rewarded  18. 
Profeft  112,  ^d  part 
Sins  of  Tongue  iz,    34,  50 
Slander,  Deliverance  from 

it  31,   120 
Souls  in  feparate   State  17, 

146,   150 
Spirit  given  at  Chrift's  Af- 
cenfion  68.  His  Teaching 
delired   119,  ythpart,  51 


119, 
116 


xiv  I      N      D 

Spiritual  Enemies  overcome 


E      X. 


18,  144.    Blemngs  and 
Punifhment  81 
Spring  of  the  Year  65.  And 
•  Summer  65,    104.     And 
.  Winter  147 
JStorm    and   -Thunder    29, 

135,  H8 

Strength,  Repentance  and 
Pardon  prayed  for  38.  Of 
Grace  138. 

Submijjion,  12.3,  131.  To 
Chrift  2.  To  Sicknefs  39 

Sufferings  and  Death  of 
Chrift  23.  And  Kingdom 
of  Chrift  2,  22,  69,  no. 

Support  and  Counfel  from 
God  16.  For  the  Affiicled 
and  Tempted  55.  And 
Comfort  in  God  94,   119, 

,  14th  part 

TEMPTATIONS 
overcome  3,   18.  In 
Sicknefs  6. 
Thanks  public   for   private 

Mercies  116,   118 
Threatening    promises     81. 
Thunder    and    Storm    2.9, 

135*  *36>  *48 
Times  evil  ir,    12 
Tongue  governed  34,   39 
Truft  in  the  Creatutes  vain 

62,  146 

VAN  ITT  of    Man 
as   mortal    30,    89, 
144.  Of  Life  &  Riches  40 
Vengeance  and  Companion 

63.  Againft  the  Enemies 
of  the  Church  76,  249 

Vineyard 'of  God  wafted  So 
Unbelief  and   Envy    cured 


37.    Punifhed  95 
Unchangeable  God  89,  rtl. 
Voivs  paid    in  the  Church 

1  j  6.     Of    Holinefs     119, 

15  th  part 

WAR,     Prayer     in 
Time    of    it  2c. 

Disappointments     therein 

60.  Victory  18.  Spiritual 

18,   144    / 
framings   of    God   to   his 

People  81 
Watchfulnefs  19,141.  Over 

the  Tongue  39 
Weather  6 5,107,  135,147* 

148' 
Wickedness  of  Man  14,  36, 

5* 

Winter  and  Summer  147 

Wifdm  and  Equity  of 
Providence  9.  Of  God  in 
his  Works  m 

Works  of  Creation  and 
Providence  104,  147,  148. 
And  Grace  19,  33,  m, 
135,  136.  Good  profk 
Men,  not  God  16 

World's  Hatred  and  Saints 

"Patience  37. 

Worjhip\dK&  Order  of  the 
Goipel  48.  Delight  in  it 
84.  With  Reverence  89, 
99.  Daily-5$ri34>  H\- 
In  a  Family.  133.  Public 
63,  84,  ii'.,-  132.  Ab- 
fencefrom  it  6-3 

Wrath  and  Mercy  from  the 
Judgment-Seat  9 

Z^EAL  and  Prudence 
59 
Ztort,  its  Citizens  15 


TABLE    to  find  anyPSALM   by 
the  firft  Line. 


A  Page. 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  279 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fides  1  5 

Awake,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife  2bo 
Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows  255 

Amidft  thy  wrath,  remember,  love  68 

Among  th'  aflemblies  of  the  great  146 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  152 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  146 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools  99 

Are  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  23 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  '  28 

Awake,  ye  faints  j   to  praife  your  King  250 

Almighty  God,  appear  and  fave  19 

B 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  Iky  33 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rcus  love  62 

Behold  the  morning  fun  34. 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-ftone  214 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord,  225 

Behold  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  100 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes  143 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  179 

Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  184 

Bleft  are  the  fons  of  peace  247 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know  156 

Bleft  are  the  underii'd  in  heart  217 

Bleft  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleit  55 

Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  breaft  can  move  74 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place  1 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  57 

C 
CHILDPvEN  in  years  or  knowledge  young    60 

Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  62 

Come  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  \".z 

Come  found  his  praife  abroad  :  7 1 

Confider  all  my  forrows,  Lord,  zz% 


xvi  A       T     A    B    L     E. 

D  Page. 

DAVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  39 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  124 

E 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay  108 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  J78 

F 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known  84 

Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  231 

Father,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace  123 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  238 
Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright       5Z 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay  22 

For  ever  blefied  be  the  Lord  265 

For  ever  fhall  my  fong  record  1 54 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  196 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies  213 

From  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  244 

From  foes  that  round  us  rife  1&5 

G 

GIVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above  195 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  191 

Give  thanks  to  God  moft  high  252 

Give  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord  251 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praife  254 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame  51 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays  153 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints  81 

God  my  fupporter  and  my  hope  131 

God  of  eternal  love  194 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  127 

God  of  my  life  look  gently  down  71 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife  200 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King  1 1 5 

Great  God,  attend  while  Sion  fings  J48 

Great  God,  attend  to  my  Complaint  11 1 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove  142 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  109 
Great  God,   the  heavens  well  ordered  frame  36 

Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway  128 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  hi~h  249 


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Page. 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might  104 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  83 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael  143 

H 

HAD  net  the  God  of  truth  and  iove  a37 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  206 

Happy  the  city  where  their  fons  266 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  2 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  181 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid  157 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  20 

He  reigns  ;   the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  174 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God  163 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  63 

How  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God  55 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  1 38 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  21 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  2^5 

How  faft  their  guilt  an*d  forrows  rife  25 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  147 

How  pleafant  'tis  to  fee  247 

How  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I  235 

How  ihall  the  Young  fecure  their  hearts  219 

I 

JEHOVAH  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light  167 

[efus  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun  129 

Jefus  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  202 

Judge  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe  76 

Joy  to  the  world  ;   the  Lord  is  come  J77 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  48 

Judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  104 

Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  3T 

If  God  fucce.ed  not,  all  the  coit  240 

If  God  to  build  a  houfe  deny  241 

I  lift  my  foul  to  God  46 

J'llblefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  61 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  270 

I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  79 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries  211 

In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee  260 


xviii  A       TABLE. 

Page. 

In  anger  Lord,  do  .lot  chaftife  10 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  280 

In  Judah,   God  of  old  was  known  136 

In  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call  125 

In  thee,  great  God,  with  longs  of  praife  38 

I  let  the  Lord  before  my  face  27 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  244 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  183 

I  -waited  patient  for  the  Lord  fss 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  51 

L 

LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  173 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  2.2.2 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  139 

Let  every  creature  join  277 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  268 

Let  God  arife  in  all  his  might  118 

Let  finners  take  their  courts  101 

Let  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice  82 

Let  ^  ion  and  her  Ions  rejoice  18?. 

Let  Sion  praife  the  mighty  God  27  a 

Let  earth,  with  every  ille  and  fea  376 

Long  as  1  live  I'll  blefsthy  name  207 

Lord,  I  am  thine:    but  thou  wilt  prove  28 

Lord,  I  am  vile  conceiv'd  in  fin  95 

Lord,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes  1 1 

Lord,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right  222 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults  161 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy-word  my  choice  223 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear  9 

Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days  .     59 

Lord,  I  would  fpread  my"  fore  diftrefs  97 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  150 

Lord,  thou  haft  caird  thy  grace  to  mind  151 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry    -  214 

Lord,  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land  ic6 
Lord,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feenmethro'  2.57 

Lord,  thou  haft,  feen  my  foul  fincere  36 

Lord,  thcu  wilt,  hear  me  when  I  pray  § 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand       -  166 


A        TABLE.  X4.x 

Page. 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  77 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  163 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  wasl  132 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  266 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  aJt  firft  1 5 

Lord,  when  1  count  thy  mercies  o'er  262, 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high  1 19 

Loud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  276 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  Corner-Stone  216 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight  246 

M 

MAKER  and  fovereign  Lord  3 

•Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  179 

Mine  eyes  and  my  defire  47 

My  God,  accept  my  early  VOW3  263 

My  God,  confider  my  diftrefs  226 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  6 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings    '  1 03 

My  God,  my  everlafting  hope  126 

My  God,  my  king,  thy  various  praife  266 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  no 

My  God,  the  flops  of  pious  men  68 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  259 

My  heart  rejo'ces  in  thy  name  53 

My  never  ceafing  fong  mail  fhow  155 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  19 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  264 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  78 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  127 

My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  42 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need  -  43 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  ■'  148 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  229 

My  foul  repeat  his  praife  1S6 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  107 

My  foul  thy  great  Creator  praife  188 

My  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord  75 

My  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  friend  12 

N  * 

N  O  fleep  nor  (lumber  to  hid  eyes  245 


xx  A       T    A    B    L    E. 

Page. 

Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  Juft  and  True  210 

Not  to  ourfelves  who  are  but  dull  209 

Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  ling  80 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  41 

Now  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind  130 

Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear  122 

Now  let  our  mournful  longs  record  41 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace  37 

Now  lhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  117 

O 

O  all  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord  212 

O  bleffed  fouls  are  they  54 

Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  186 

Of  Juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing  180 

O  for  a  ihout  of  facred  joy  85 

O  God  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  100 

O   God  0:  grace  and  righteoufnefs  8 

O   God  of  mercy  hear  my  call  97 

O  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs  169 

O  happy  man,  whole  foul  is  fili'd  241 

O  happy  nation  where  the  Lord  59 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  22 1 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  7 

O  Lord  our  heavenly  king  13 

O  Lord  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great  14 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  225 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour  228 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry  96 

O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign  236 

O  thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high  J02 

O  God  of  my  falvation,  hear  153 

Our  Gcd,    our  help  in  ages  paft  160 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs  243 

O  what  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe  J40 

P 

PRAISE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee  114 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  248 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join  269 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raife  271 

Preferve  me  Lord,  in  time  of  need  25 


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Page. 

Protect  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  26a 

R 

REJOICE  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord  56 

Remember  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate  158 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return  162 

S 

SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh  152 

Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods  12 1 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  26 

See  what  a  living  ftone  215 

Shew  pity,  Lord  ;   O  Lord  forgive  94 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  S ion  mine  118 

Sing  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord  ji6 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  145 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name  _  170 

Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  diftant  lands  175 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong  203 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  father  fay  49 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God  132 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace  268 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  king  166 

T 

TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  70 

Th'  almighty  reigns  exalted  high  175 

That  man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  awe  204 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  44 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength  29 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  177 
The  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth  91 

The  God  of  our  falva:ion  hears  112 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  35 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  80 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  213 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  185 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  1 68 
The  Lord  is  come  :   The  heavens  proclaim  175 

The  Lord  my  fhepherd  is  44 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  4.9 
The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  167 

The  Lord  the  Judge  before  hi?  throne  S- 


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The  Lord  the  Judge  his  churches  warns  89 

The  Lord  the  fovereign  King  187 

The  Lord  the  fovereign  fends  his  fummons  90 

The  man  is  ever  bleft  2 

The  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee  112 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  73 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  159 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  2 1 5 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the,  Lord's  45 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  2,19. 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blefi;  231 

Thro"  every  age,  eternal  God  1  59 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  205 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord  '70 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  88 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  72 

Thus  God,  the  eternal  Father  fpake  201 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  202 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,   O  Lord  223 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord  213 

Thy  works  of  glory,   mighty  Lord  198 

'     'Tis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand  1 1 5 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice  '  137 

To  God  I  made  my  forrows  known  263 

To  God  the  great,   the  ever  bier!  194 

To  heaven  I  life  my  waiting  eyes  233 

To  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  iove  52 

To  thee,   O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  50 

To  our  almighty  Maker  God  376 

To  thee  before  the  dawning  light  218 

To  thee,  raoft  high,  and  holy  God.  135 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  32 

'Twas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God  125 

'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  258 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  109 

V 

VAIN  man  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent  196 

Unlhaken  as  the  facredhill  23* 

Up  from  my  youth  may  Ifr'el  fay  242 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  232 


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Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  274 

W 

W  E  blefs  the  Lord,  the juft,  the  good  120 

We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  3  1 

What  /hall  I  render  to  my  God  2  iz 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  fhall  defcend  £9 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  ftrong  26 

When  God  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  199 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  i'tate  239 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name    -  ibid 

When  Ifrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand  208 

When  Ifrael  linn'd  the  Lord  reprov'd  141 

When  I  with  pleafing  wonder  ftand  26  t 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  65 

When  overwhelm'd  with  grief  107 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord  230 

When  the  great  Judge  fupreme  and  juft  17 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  47 

Where  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find  245 

While  I  keep  filence  and  conceal  56 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  64 

Who  fhall  afcend  thy  heavenly  place  54 

Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  23 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  170 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  5 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  4 

Why  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft  98 

Why  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boaft  ibid 

Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  87 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  67 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far  18 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  85 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  39 

Why  fhould  I  vex  my  foul  and  fret  66 

Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  off  134 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  256 

With  earneft  longings  of  the  mind  75 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  1 6 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  227 

With  reverenee  let  the  faints  appear  155 


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With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud  273 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  197 

Y 

YE  holy  fons  in  God  rejoice  58 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  178 

Ye  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King  207 

Ye  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  165 

Ye  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the juft  36 

^      .    Ye  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  207 

SsJ   Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King  248 

k     Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join  274 

Yet  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race  157 


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IMITATION 


IMITATION 

OF      THE 

PSALMS    of    DAVID. 

PSALM     i.      Common  Metre. 
'The  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wickvt, 
I   "O  LEST  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place, 
j(3  Where  finners  love  to  meet  j 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  {"coffer's  feat, 
a  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  j 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  £Ke  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  let, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blafting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.j 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fal/. 

Shall  his  pro fefiion  mine  $ 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  clufters  en  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjufl ; 

What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft, 
Or  chaff  before  the  ftorm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  mail  not  ftand 

Among  the  fons  of  grace, 
When  Chrifi  the  judge  at  his  right-hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

B  7  His 


PSALM       I. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead^ 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

P  S  A  L  M     I.      Short  Metre. 

Jhe  Saint  happy,    the  Sinner  miserable. 

i  rT^HE  man  is  ever  bleft, 

Who  ihuns  the  finners'  ways, 
Among  their  councils  never  ftands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place  : 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 

"With  waters  near  the  root ; 
Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live, 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 
a  Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  bleffings  find  : 
Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

c  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 
Before  that  judgment  feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Cbriji's  right  hand 
In  full  afftmbly  meet  ? 
6  He  knows  and  be  approves 
The  way  the  righteous  go  : 
But  finners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM     i.      Long  Metre. 
The  Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked, 
j   TJAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
Jn|    Shun  the  broad  way  where  finners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheilts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  feoffors  do.  *  He 


P    S    A    L    M      II.  3 

2  He  loves  V  employ  his  morning  light 
Among  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  : 

And  lpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pleafure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 
Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  ; 

And  Heaven  will  fhine  with  kindeft  beamsj 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  councils  crofs'd  5 
As  chaff  before  the  tempeft  flies  j 

So  ihall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  laft  trumpet  fliakes  the  fkies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand  • 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  j 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  ftern  command 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  *'  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
te  I  blefs'd  the  path,   and  drew  it  plain  j 

*f  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  road  5 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM     2.      Short  Metre. 

Tranilated  according  to   the  Divine  Pattern. 

AEis  iv.  24,    &c. 

Chrift  Dying,  Rifing,  Interceding,  and  Reigning, 

1  J"  "JV  /TAKER  and  fovereign  Lord 

L  LVjL     Of  heaven  and  earth  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 

By  David  are  fulfill'd; 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  Child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  "Jeivs  with  one  accord 

Join  all  their  councils  to  deftroy 

Th'  Anointed  of  die  Lord  ? 

B  2  4  Rulers 


+  PSALM      IL 

4  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 
To  form  a. vain  defign; 
Againft  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

.3  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  throne  ; 
He' that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  fon. 

Pause. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  fubjetf:  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

7  Beneath  his  fovcreign  fway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend; 
Far  as  the  world's  remoter!:  bounds> 
His  kingdom  fhall  extend. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel, 

Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 
Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

9  [Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people  bow* 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

IO  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  perifh  on  the  place  ; 
Then  blefled  is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  "his  grace.] 

PSALM    2.     Common  Metre. 

I  TTT  THY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
VV       The  L  ord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his-  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 


The 


1 


PSALM      II,  $ 

a  The  lord  that  fits  above  the  fkies, 
Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes^ 
And  frrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  l(  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ! 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Aik  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  Theutmoft  heathen  lands  5 
**  Thy  rod  of  iron  /hall  deftroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alona 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     2.     Long  Metre. 
ChniVs  Death,  Refurrecllon,  and  Afcenjion. 

1  \  X  T^^  ^  ^ie  Je%us  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
V  V        The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ  > 

Againft  the  Lord  their  powers  engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  1 

2  '*  Come  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay, 
'*  This  man  mall  never  give  us  laws  j" 
And  thus  they  cafthis  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  Eut  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  ; 
He'll  fmite  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

B  3  .  4  "  I  will 


6  PSALM      III. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 
"  On  Zions  everlafting  hill, 

"  My  hand  mail  bring  him  from  '-the  dead, 
"  And  he  fhall  ftand  your  fovereign  ftill."  ' 

5  [His  wondrous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  birth  : 
««  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  fon,  to  my  right-hand, 
"  There  thou  /halt  afk,  and  I  beftow 
"  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands ; 

*'  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  mall  bow."] 

7  But  nations  that  refift  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 

His  arm  fhall  crufh  the  impious  race, 
That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  : 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,   and  ye  die, 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
His  love  gives  life  above  the  fky. 

io  His  ftorms  fhall  quell  the  ftubborn  foe, 
And  fink  his  honours  in  the  duft  : 
Happy  the  fouls,  their  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

PSALM     3.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  Fears  fupprejfed ;     or,   God  cur  Defence from 

Sin  and  Satan. 

1    TV  /I  Y  God  how  many  are  my  fears  ?        , 
^VJL     How  faft  my  foes  increafe  ? 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

a  The 


PSALM      III.  7 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 

There's  no  relief  in  heaven, 
And  all  my  growing  fins  appear  , 

Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

4  [  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  liftening  ear ; 
I  call'd  my  Father,  and  my  God> 
And  he  fubdu'dmy  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  (lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  5 
I  woke  and  wonder' d  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  Whattho'  the  hofts  of  death  and  hell 

All  arm'd  againft  me  flood  : 
Terrors  no  more  fhall  fhake  my  foul  $ 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  Grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing } 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  fave; 
Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM    3.     Ver.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre; 

A  Mornlr.g  Pfalm, 

I   f~\  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

\^f   In  this  weak  ftate  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God, 

B  4  2  TirM 


8  P    S    A    L    M      IV, 

a  Tir'd  with  the  Burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rsuVd  an  evening  cry  j 
Thou  heardft  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid 
I  laid  me  down  and  fkpt  fecure, 

Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more, 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  j 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 

And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fon£. 

P  S  A  L  M    4.     j,  2,  3,  4,  6,  7.    Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  Prayer,  or  God  our  Portion,  afid'6ki\&  cur 
Hope. 

1  /^\   God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
\^/  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  : 
Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  ihamc ; 
How  long  will  fcogers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  I 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  3 
He  hears  and  pities  their  Complaints, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  Works  of  Righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 

And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

i(  Who  nvillbtjloiv  feme  earthly  gvd?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pravj 
Our  fouls  defiie  this  heavenly  food. 

6  Then. 


P    S    A    L    M       V.  9 

Then,  mall  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  ioye  fo  great j 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boafted  ftate. 

PSALM   4.    Par,  3,  4,  5,  S.  Common  Metre. 

An  Evening  Hymn, 
1   T     ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  5 

J j     I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

.    Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

a  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head. 
From  cares  and  bufinefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  conver/ing  on  my  bed, 
"With  my  own  heart  and  thee, 

3  I  pay  this  e-ening  facrifice  $ 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos' d  to  peace., 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  : 
Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  (lumbers  keep. 

PSALM     5.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  Lord^s  Day  Morning, 
I   1 '     ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  malt  hear 
1    1     My  voice  afcending  high  j 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

a  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Cur  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  mall  not  fland  5 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

B  5  4  But 


io  P    S    A    L    M      VI, 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  righteoufnefs, 

Make  every  path  of  duty  ftrait, 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  j 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufli  the  ferpent  in  the  duft, 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  trurt, 
For  ever  fliout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill'd  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fhield. 

PSALM     6.      Common  Metre. 
Complaint  in  Sicknefs  j  or,  Difeafes  healed, 
I   TN  anger,  Lord,  do  notchaftife, 
JL     Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm  3 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife 
Againft  a  feeble  worm, 
a  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 
My  flefh  with  pain  opprefs'd  ; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 
3   Sorrow  and  grief- wear  out  my  days; 
I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  theypafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 


4  Shall 


PSALM      VI.  ii 

4  Shalt  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief: 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fovereign  word, 

Reftores  our  fainting  breath  j 
For  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


PSALM     6.      Long  Metre. 
Temptations  in  Sicknefs  overcome. 

1  I"     ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

M    1  When  thou  with  kin'dnefs  doff  chaftife : 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  my  langui filing  eftate, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel  j 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 

3  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
Andwafte  in  groans  the  weary  night: 
My  bed  is  water' d  with  my  tears ; 

My  grief  confumes,  and  dims  my  fight. 

4.  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long? 
When  ftiall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flefii  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  : 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  duft  andfilence  there. 

B  6  6  Depart 


12  P    S    A    L    M      VIL 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
WiJl  cafe  my  flefii,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

PSALM     7.     Common  Metre. 
God's  Care  of  bis  People,  and  Punijbmsnt  of  Pcrfecutoru 

1    "\/T  Y  truft  is  in  mY  heavenly  Friend, 
JLvJL     My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  ; 
Rife  and  my  helpfefs  life  defend,  " 
Prom  thofe  that  feek  my  bbod. 
a  With  infolenge  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey, 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  &fi£ 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dufr,. 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  j 
I  ihould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  power  controui  j 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 

Pause. 

6  Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  duft  : 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright : 
His  fharpeit  arrows  he  ordains 
Agaijnl  the  fans  of  fpite. 

8  Tho1 


PSALM      VIII.         .   1,3 

3  Tho'  leaguM  in  guile  their  malice  fpread, 
■*    A  fnare  before  my  way  ; 
Thejr  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  head, 
His  vengeance  mail  repay. 

9  That  cruel  perfecuting  race 

Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 
Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juflice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM     3.      Short  Metre. 

Jod'js  Sovereigny  and  Geodnefs ;    an^  Man's  Dominion 
over  the  Creatures. 

i    S~\  LORD,  our  heavenly  King, 
V_^      Thy  name  is  ail  divine  j 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
'  And  o'er  the  heavens  they  mine. 

z  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon  complete  in  light 
Adorn  the  darkfome  fkies. 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars 

And  all  their  mining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 

That  thou  fhould'lt  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd,  ^ 

And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 

While  beafts  like  fiaves  obey, 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fim  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are! 

And  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ; 
Of  duft  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [From 


14,  PSALM       VIII. 

7  [From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings,  thou  canft  draw 
Surprifing  honours  to  thy  name  ! 
And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  j 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  mine.] 

PSALM     8.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift'i  Condefcenfion  and  Glorification  j  or,  God  wade  Man, 

1  f^\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
V-/     Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  ftate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  mining  frars  that  grace  the  iky, 

Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race. 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  lhould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

.%id  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own, 
His  Godhead  and  his  power. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet  j 

And  iifh  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  fmaller  glories  of  the  Son, 

Shone  through  the  flefhly  cloud ; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 

And  men  confefs  him  God.  S  Let 


P  ,  S    A    L    M       VIII.  15 

£  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  j 
And  his  eternal  honours  found, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  J*fusi  our  L°rd>  now  wondrous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM  8.  Ver.  1,  a. 'paraphrafed.  IbJiPart.  L.  Metre. 
The  H»fanna  of  the  Children  ;  or,  Infants  praifmg  God. 
1       A   LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  Ikies, 

J\_  Thro1  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 
O'er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made, 
a  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife  j 
And  babes  with  uninftrudted  tongue 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  power  affifts  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  tfie  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidfl  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  j 
The  Sen  of  David,  is  their  fong, 
And  loud  Hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  5 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breaits, 
While  Jeivijb  babes  proclaim  their  King. 

PSALM  8.  Ver.  3,  &c.  paraphrafed.  Sec.  Part,  L.Metre.- 
Adam  and  Chrift,  Lords  of  the  Old  and  New  Creation. 
1   T     ORD,  what  was  man,  when  made  atfirfr, 

J /  Adamy  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 

That  thou  fhould'ft  fethim  and  his  race, 

But  juil  below  an  angel's  place  ?  a  That 


16  PS    A    L    M      IX.. 

z  That  thou  fhould'ft  raife  his  nature  fox  '       4 

And  make  him  lord  of  all  below ; 
Make  every  leaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fi/hes  at  his  feet  ?  <^ 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ? 
What  honours  fhall  thy  Son  adorn  ; 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  } 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ? 
Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead> 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  ; 
But  he  mail  reign  with  power  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  ali 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall 
New  made  and  glorious,  fhall  fubmk 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM     9.      Firji  Metre, 
Wrath  and  Mercy  f rem  the  Judgment  Seat. 

1  "\  AT'1  rH  my  wilole  heai'c  r11  raife  my  fon&i 

V  V        Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim, 
Thou  fovereign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  fhamc. 
i  ril  fing  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  fhall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

Fcr  all  the  poor  opprefs'd  5 
To  lave  the  people  of  his  love 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  truft 

In  thy  abundant  grace1; 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 
^  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on  Zhn'a  Hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 

Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil.  PSALM 


PSALM       IX.  17 

PSALM     9.     Ver.   12.    Second  Part. 
lae  Wijuom  and  Equity  of  Providence. 

I   ^t"T  THEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft, 
Y  V        Shall  once  enquire  for  blood  y 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  dull, 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 
1  lie  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raile  : 
In  Zisn's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  ling  their  Father's  praife. 

5  His  foes  fnali  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet, 
Into  the  pic  they  made  j 
And  finners  periih  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  cobnfels  known  : 
When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'dj 
In  fn-res  that  were  their  own. 

Pause. 

5  The  wicked  iha*r  C\nk  down  to  hell  • 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,    or  rebel 
Againil  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought. 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  mail  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  ihall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

7  [Rile,  great  redeemer,  from  thy   feat, 

Tojudge  and  fave  the  poor; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 
S  Thy  thunder  /hall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs,  that  thou  art  Goo, 
-  they  but  feeble  men,.] 

PSALM 


18  P    S    A    L    M       X. 

PSALM     10.      Common  Metre. 
Prayer  heard,  and  faints  fave d;  or,  Pride,  Atheifm,  and 
Opprejfion  punijfjed.——— For  a  humiliation  day. 
i   T  T  THY  doth  the  Lord  depart  (o  far? 
VV        And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  mail  the  wicked  frill  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  Laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride,      * 
And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 

3  They  caft  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 

And  then  infultthe  poor: 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry  j 
No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  ftand, 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage,  , 

And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 
The  God  of  heaven  will  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion'  s  fide, 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our.Lord  j 

And  powerful  is  thine  hand, 
As  whfin  the  Heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perinVd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  j 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs, 

No  more  defpife  the  juftj 
And  mighty  finners  fhall  confefs, 
They  are  but  earth  and  dufl. 

PSALM 


PSALM      XI,  XII.         19 

PSALM     11.      Long  Metre. 
God  lovei  the  Righteous,  and  hates  the  Wiclcd, 
j   11    /JTY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  j 
IV  JL  ^hy  d°  my  f°cs  infult  and  cry, 
Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 
To  diftant  woods  or  mountains  fly  P 

2  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice  void, 
"Where,  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  lord  in  heaven  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  furveys  the  world  below  j 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids' fearch  our  i'pirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
"What  may  the  bald  tranfgreifors  fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  waysi 
5.  On  impious  wretches  he  ihall  rain 
Sulphurous  flames  of  wafting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds   ' 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     12.      Long  Metre. 
The  Sainfs  Safety  and  Hope  in  evil  Times  :  Or,  Sins  of  the 
Tongue  complained  of,  viz.  Blafphemy,   Falfhpod,  &c. 
j      A  LMIGHTY  God  appear  and  fave  ! 
/j.  For  vice  and  vanity  prevail : 
The  godly  perifli  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail.  s 

2.  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  met, 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  j 
Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane.  3  But 


?o  PSALM      XII, 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  fluttering  and  blufpheming  tongue. 

4  Yet  fall our  words  be  free,   they  cry, 
Our  tongues  Jbal^be  controuPJ  by  none  : 
Where  is  the  Lord,  will ajk  us  why  f 
Or  fay,  our  lips  are  not  our  own  It 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  oppreft, 
And  hears  th'  opprefibr's  haughty  ftrain, 
Will  rife  to.  jive  his  children  reft, 

Nor  /hail  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,   O  Lord,    tho'  often  try'd, 
Void  or"  deceit  lhall  ftill  appear j 
Not  filver,  feven  times  purify'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo  clear, 

7  Thy  grace  mall  in  the  darkeft  hour 
Defend  from  danger  and  furprifej 
Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  power, 
On  every  liieoppreflbrs  rife. 

P  S  A  L  M     12.      Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a   general  Corruption  of  Manners :  or,  Tb. 
Proiftife  and  Signs  ifChriLVs  anting  to  Judgment. 
1    T  Y£LP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

XJL      Religion  loofes  ground  ! 
_  The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound, 
z  Their  oaths'  and  promifes  they  break, 
Yet  aft  the  flatterer's  part ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  theyfpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
They  fctorn  our  faithful  word  : 
'.'  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,  "  they  cry, 
<*  And  who  jh all  be  our  Lord  ?*' 

4  Scoffers 


P    S    A    L    M       XIII.  z\ 

4  Scoffers  r.rpcar  on  every  iidz, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  power  and  pride> 

And  bears  the  f word  in  vain.  , 

Pause. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  fai^th  is  rarely  to  be  found. 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  : 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haftening  on 


H<m  thou  not  given  the  fig'n  ? 
May  we  not  trufr  and  live  upon 

A  promife  fo  divine  ? 
7  "  Yes  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife. 

"  And  make  th*  oppreffors  fee; 
'*  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 

"  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 
3  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try'dj 

Through  ages  fhail  endure  : 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide, 

Shall  find  thy  promife  Aire. 

PSALM     13.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  urder  the  Tempt at\on  tf  the  De*vzL 
*    T  T  O  W  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
li      My  God,  how  long  deky  ? 
When  fh4fti  I  fed  thofe  heavenly  rays 
That  chafe  my  fears  away  : 

2  Mow  long  ih  all  my  poor  labouring  fquf 

Wrefde  ar;d  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  rontroui, 
And  cafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  Prkceof  darknefs  tries 

All  h's  malicious  arts  ; 
He  fpreads  a  mlfc  around  my  ey??, 
And  throws  his  firey  darts.. 


22  PSALM       XIV. 

4  Ee  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fliield, 
My  foul  in  fafcty  keep; 
Make  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
In  death's  eternal  deep. 
•  5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud, 
Should  1  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  fnall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  xiifplay  that  foveieign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  : 
I  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  thy  falvation  fing. 

PSALM     14.     Firji  Part.    Common  Metre 
By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sinners. 

1  g.X)OLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
Jl/     "  That  all  religion's  vain, 

"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne  ^ 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray, 

Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  «ame. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 

Their  flanders  never  ceafe; 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ; 

Nor  kn«w  the  paths  of  peace.  6  Such 


PSALM      XIV,  XV.         23 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  every  heart  are  found  ; 

Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 

'Till  grace  refine  the  ground.  , 

.PSALM     14.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
The  Folly  of  Perfecutors. 

1  A   RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
Jtx.     That  they  the  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  worihip  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  power  ? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  j 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  oiir  truft  : 

Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 
4.  Oh  that  the  joyful  day  was  come 

To  finifh  our  diftrefs  !    x 
When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home, 

Our  fongs  fhall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM     15.     Common  Metre. 
CbaraBcr  of  a  Saint ;    or,    a  Citizen  of  Zion  5    or,    the 
Qualifications  of  a  Cbrifiian. 
1  \XTHO  Aal1  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
VV        O  God  of  holinefs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 
a  The  man  that  waiks  in  pious  ways, 
And  works  with  righteous  hands  j 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 
3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  j 
Will"  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 

Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong.  4  The 


24  PSALM      XV. 

4  The  wealthy  Tinner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  tho'  to  his  own  hurt  he  lwcars, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  wrong  the  pooi; ; 
This  man  mall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heaven  fecure. 

PSALM     15.     Long  Metre. 

Religion  andjujlke,  Gocdncp  and  Truth  ;     or,    Duties  to 
God  and  Man  ;   or,  the  Qz>a!ijicaticn:  of  a  Chrifiian. 
x  W  7HO  mall  afcend  thy  heavenly  place, 
V  V      Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 

The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 

And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 
z  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean; 

Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 

No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever ftood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good, 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears* 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  juftice  mould  be  fold  : 
While  others  (corn  and  wrong  the  poor> 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face; 
And  doth  to  a-M  men  ftill  the  fame 
That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them.. 

7  Yet 


P! 


PSALM      XVI.  .25 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  mall  fee, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with"  thee. 

PSALM    16.      F'trji  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Confejfion  of  our  Poverty;   and,  Saints  the  befi  Company  J 
or,  Good  Works  profit  Men,  not  God. 
iRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  j 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 
a  Oft  have  my. heart  and  tongue  confeft 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 
My  praife  can  never  make  thee  bleft, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  j 

Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 
Thefe  are  the  choiceft  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  chufe  the  fons  of  mirth 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine  ? 

.1  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 

'  Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM     16.     Second  Part,     hong  Metre. 

Cbrifis  All-fufficiency.       * 
t    TTOW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 
_£J_   Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol-god  I 
I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 
Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  j 
He  for  my  life  has  offer' d  up 
Jefus,  his  beft  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right  j 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  bleft, 
Who  pives  me  fweet  advice  bv  night. 

G  4  I  fc! 


26  PSALM      XVL 

4  I  fet  him  ftlll  before  mine  eyes; 
At  my  right  hand  he  ftands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  evetlafting  guard. 

PSALM     1 6.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Courage  iff  Death,  And  Hope  of  the  Refurreclion, 

1  "l¥7HEN  God  is. nigh,  my  faith  isftrong, 

V  V      His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying'flcih  {hall  re.1  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave. 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flefh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  off-  the  du.1,   and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  /halt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  iky. 

4  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow; 
And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 
Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM     i'6.    i— S.  Firfi  Part/  Common  Metre. 
Support  and  Counfclfrom  God  without  Merit. 

1  O  AVE  mc,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe ; 
0>     In  thee  my  triul  I  phec, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 

Canne"er.dcfcrvc  thy  grace  ; 

2  Yet  if  my  Gcd  prclong-my  breath, 

The  faints  may  frill  rejoice  ; 
The  faints,  the  glpry.of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to.  their  idols  hafte, 

And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone  j 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cafl 

Where  the  true  God  is  known*  4  Has 


PSALM       XVf. 

His  hand  provides  my  c'onftant  foodj  ■ 

He  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'!  with  prefer.t  good, 

But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  $ 

His  counlels  are  my  light  j 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 

And  gentle  hints  by  night. 
My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-feeing  eye  j 
Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  mall  move 
.    While  fuch  a  friend  is  ni^h. 


27 


I 


SALM    1 6.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
The  Heath  and  Refurrecllon  c/Chrift. 
SET  the  Lord  before  myYace, 
f*  He  bears  my  courage  up  : 
"  My  heart,  my  tongue  their  jovs  exprefs, 
"  My  fiefh  ihall  reil:  in  hope.  ' 

2  "  Myfpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne j 

"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 

"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 

4  [Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrifl  the  Lord* 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  fiain  j 
Eehold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores, 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

6  When  ihall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 

On  heaven's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 

C  a  PSALM 


28  PSALM       XVII. 

PSALM    17.     Ver'.   13,  &c.     Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  Saints  and  Sinners;    or,    Hope  and  Defpair  in 

Death. 

i      A  RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
J\     And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 
Z  Behold  the  finner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain ; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boaft  of  all  his  ftore  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  vrifli  no  more. 

4  I  {hall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
Wafh/d  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heaven  begun 

»   When  I  awake  from  death,    - 

Dreft  jn  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son,' 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSALM    17.     Long  Metre. 

¥be  Sinner" %  Portion  and  Saint's  Hope;  or,  the  Heaven  of 
feparate  Souls,  and  the  RefurreBion. 
!   T     ORD,  I  am  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove 
I    j  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  j 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  mejoin, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 
2.  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 
'Tis  all  they  feek ;  they  take  their  {hares  J 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  What 


PSALM       XVIII.  39 

3  What  finners  value,  I  refign; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
1  fhall  behold  thy  biififul  face, 

And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhowj 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  finccre  j 
When  ihall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour !    O  bleir.  abode! 

I  mail  be  near,  and  like  my  God  j 
And  flem  and  :in  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pieafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  fleih  ihall  flumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found: 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  faviour's  image  rWe. 

PSALM     iS.      FlrfiParu     Long  Metre, 

Ver.   i — 9,   15— i S. 
D  diver ar.ee from  Dejpair  j  or,  temptation  overcome* 

1  fT*HEE  will  I  love,  OLord,  myftrength, 

X     My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  j 
Thy  mighty  arm  ihall  be  my  truft, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 

2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fhade  j 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  -fraid. 

3  I  faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrews  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  rny  diftrefs  I  calFd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  ; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  $ 
And  prov'd  his  faving  grace  divine. 

C  3  5  [With 


3o  PSALM       XVIII. 

5  [With  fpced  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode ; 
Awful,  and  bright   as  lightning,  fiione 
The  face  of  my  deliverer,    God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blaft  of  his  Almighty  breath  : 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage ; 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  i* conqueror  ftill 

In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  thatjoyfulhour ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

PSALM     iS. 

Second  Part.     Vcr.  20, — 26.     Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

1  V     ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 
J[_/   Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear  j 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 

And  thou  haftown'd  my  righteous  caufc. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

Thy  love  reclaim' d  my  wandring  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will; 
When  fhall  thy  fpirits  fov'reign  power 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more. 


5  With 


PSALM      XVIII.  31 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  /eward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too  : 
The  juft.  and  pure,  fhall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft.  than  they. 

PSALM     18.      Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Ver.   30,  31,   34,  35,  36,  &c. 

1  "TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
tj    Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives  and  bleffings  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 

The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  } 
While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcofFers  of  the  age, 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bare  the  fhame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  forever  fhall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Cbriji  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM     1?.      Firji  Part.     Common  Metre. 
ViBory  and  Triumph  over  Temporal  Enemies. 
1  "\T7E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
V  V     Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'dj 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heavenly  tower, 

Our  bulwark  and  our  fhield.  a  We 


A 


32  PSALM       XVIII. 

a  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
And  find  a  fure  defence  j 
Kis  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  fhines  in  arms. 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  lightning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  riders  upon  ;he  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  j 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  generals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  fkill: 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fleel. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bleft 

For  his  own  church's  fake  j 
The  powers  that  give  his  people  reft, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake, 

PSALM     1 8.     Second  Part,     Common  Metre,. 
The  Conqueror'' s  Song. 
1  ?  g '^Q  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
J_     The  triumphs  of  the  day; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

a  'Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  powers, 
Or  burn  their  baafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  towers. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 

Bi\t  they  no  fheker  found  !  4  In 


PSALM      XIX.  35 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perifh  in  their  blood  ;  _ 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  powerful  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives ; 

His  name  be  ever  bleft ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  victory  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM.  39.      Flrft  Part.     Short  Metre*     _ 
The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
For  a  Lord's  day  Morning. 

j    T>  EH  OLD  the  lofty  flcy 
J3  Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad, 
a  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  general  voice  is  known  j 
'  They  lhew  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  chriftian  lands,  rejoice, 

Hear  he  reveals  his  word ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 

Are  fet  before  our  eyes, 
He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit, 
His  promifes  for  ever  (ure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great,. 

7  [Not 


34  PSALM      XIX. 

7  [Not  honey  to  the  taftc 

Affords  lb  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 
S  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name.  J 

PSALM     19.     Second  Part,     Short  Metre. 

God's  Word,  mofi  excellent ;  or,  Sincerity  and  Watcbfulnefs, 

For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  morning  fun 
JLj  Begins  his  glorious  way ; 

His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  Gofpel  comes 

It  fpreads  diviner  light, 
It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tembs. 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  jure, 
Forever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
Oh  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven  ! 

Pa  u  s  e. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  : 
Send  thy  good  fpirit  from  above 
To  guide  me  lefl  I  ftray. 

6  Oh  who  can  ever  rind 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 

I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs.  7  Warn 


P'S    A    L    M      XIX.  35 

7  Warn  me  of  every  fin^ 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 
3  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  j 
Accept  the  worihip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM     19*      Long- Metre. 

Toe  Books  of  Nature,  and  Scripture  compared:  or,  the 
Glory  arid  Succefs  of  the  Gofpel. 

1  'TPHE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

J_     in  every  ftar  thy  goodnefs  mines  j 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefsj 
But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
Pvound  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  mall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  Chriji  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 
Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light* 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimplc  Wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiven, 
Lord,  clenfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

PSALM 


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56  PSALM       XIX. 

PSALM     19.     To  the  Tune  of  the  113th  Pfalm. 
The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
z    •-^REAT  God,  the  heaven's  well-order'd  frame 
(j  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine} 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  power,  and  fkill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heavenly  wiidom  read : 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftrucYions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun^ 

And  every  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where  e're  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles,   and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife  : 
Thus  God  in  every  creature  fhines  ; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 
Pause. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet: to  ftray, 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From  the  difcoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfecl  rules  of  life  I  draw : 

Thefeare  my  ftudy  and  delight  j 
"Not  honey  lb  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  paft 

Appear  fo  pleafing.  to  the  fight.  7    lbJ 


PSALM      XX. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  flumb'ring  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  j 

But  'tis  thy  blefled  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guiky  confcience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,   but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  rercrain  j 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM     20. 

Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory, 

For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 

1  VTOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
JLX    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovab  hears  when  Ifrael  prays, 

And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls  5 
He  from  his  fancluary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  ourfighs, 
Hjs  love  exceeds  our  beft  defer tsj 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts, 
4.  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  Ifrael's  God, 

Our  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up, 

Our  navies  fpread  their  flags- abroad. 
5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 

And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts :, 

Our  fureft  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  he*v'njy  hofts. 
D 


37 


TO  may 


38  PSALM       XXL 

6  [O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight ! 

Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fliame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight. 

7  Nowfave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear,. 
Now'let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
Till  thy  falvation  mail  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM    21.      Common  Metre. 

Naticnal  Blcfiings  acknowledged, 

I   TN  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praifej 
X.     Our  favoured  realms  rejoice  ; 
And,  bleft  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice, 
a  Thy  fure  defence,  thro'  nations  round, 
Hath  fpread  our  rifing  name, 
And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injur'd  land 

Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ; 
For  life  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blefling  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Power, 

*  Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  more, 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  ihame. 

5  On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow>  declare, 

And  ftill  exalt  thy  fame; 
While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare, 
For  thine  Almighty  name. 

PSALM 


jk    m 


PSALM      XXI,  XXII.       39 

PSALM     21.       1^9.     Long  Metre. 
Chriji  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 
1   "P\AV^  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
A_y   Rais'dto  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
But  Chrift  the  fon  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  the  bleft  Meffiah\  joy- 
In  the  falvation  of  thyhand  ! 

Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
Andgiv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  what  e'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  : 
Bleflings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  mine : 
Bleft  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  mall  find  out  all  his  foes ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coals, 
Sofnall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

S  A  L  M    2a.     i-!6.     FirJiPart.  Com.  Metre* 

The  Sufferings  and  Death  of  Chriji. 
1   \X7'HY  ^s. my  God  my  foul  forfook, 
V  V      Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifing  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  our  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found  : 

But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 

And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

D  2  4  With 


4o  PSALM      XXII. 

4  With  ihakmg  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  : 
In  vain  he  truftt  in  God,  they  cry, 
Negle&ed  and  forlorn. 

5  Butthouarthe,  who  form'd  my  nefli, 

By  thine  almighty  word ; 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  ftand  threat' ning  round, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

P    A    V    S    E. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 
S  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 
To  multiply  the  fmart ;    ' 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 
o  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  fon  he  loves  fo  well  ? 
IO  My  God,  if  pofiible  it  be, 
Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 
j  i  My  heart  diffolves  with  pangs  unknown, 
In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  ; 
Thy  heavy  band  has  brought  me  down, 
Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 
.  iz  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  dying  flefh  fhall  reft  in  hope, 

And  rife  at  thy  command.  PSALM 


PSALM      XXII.  41 

PSALM    22.     20,    2T,    27 — 31.      Second  Part. 
Common  Metre.     Cbriffs  Sufferings  and  Exaltation* 
1  "   KlOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage> 
*"         «  0  Lord,  protetl  thy  Son, 
<c  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  powers  of  bell  alone.'''' 

%  Thus  did  our  fuff'ring  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day> 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vidVry  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high  j 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  fhall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  mull  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans  5 
They  fhall  bereckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  mail  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  /hall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  iQes  mall  know  the  righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM    22.     Long  Metre. 
Cbriffs   Sufferings  and   Exaltation* 
1  "t^T  OW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
J^J    The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
"When  hecomplain'd  in  tears  and  blood. 
As  oneforfaken  of  his  God. 
a  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn  j 
«'  Hs  refcued  others  from  the  grave, 
*c  Kow  let  him,  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

D  3.  3  "This 


42  PSALM      XXIII. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  j 
"  If  God  the  blefled  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 

4  Oh  favage  people  !   cruel  priefts  ! 

How  they  Hood  round  like  raging  beafts  j 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  j 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  } 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM    23.     Long  Metre. 
God  our  Shepherd* 

1  Ik  yf  y  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 
tVJL    Now  mail  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd  j 

His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  die  food  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wand'r-ing  feet  his  ways  miftake  ; 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors   are, 
My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  ftayj 
Thy  ftarffupports  my  feeble  ftcps, 

Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way.  6  The 


PSALM      XXIII.  45 

6  The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 
With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 

7  [Howl  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  [ 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  flied, 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 

S  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord' 
Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  s 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.]  , 
PSALM    23.     Common  Metre. 
1    TV  yTY  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
JVjL     Jehovah  is  his  name  } 
In  paitures  frefli  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  ftream. 
a  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back 
When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  fhades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay $  ► 

One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 

Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  j 

My  cup  with  blefiings  overflows, 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  5 
Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

€  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  Kke  a  child  at  home. 

D  4  PSALM 


44    P    S    A    L    M      XXIII,  XXIV. 

PSALM    2.3.     Short  Metre. 

I  P"|"1HE  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 
<  I  fhall  be  well  fupply'd  j 

Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  bcfide  ? 

a  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 

Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  Jfe'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  moft  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  5 
Tho'  I  fhould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  made, 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 

Thou  doit  my  table  fpread, 
My  cup  with  bleffmgs  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bountiet  of  thy  love. 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM     24.     Common  Metis, 

Dwelling  nvltb  God. 

i  rTTlHE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's 
_£_       With  Adam's  num'rous  race; 
He  rais'dits  arches  o'er  the  "floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 
z  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 


This 


PSALM      XXIV.  45 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rile  and  take 
The  bladings  of  his  giace  :  '* 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  leek 
The  God  of  J&oP.i  face. 
JL  Mow  let  our  foul's  immortal  powers, 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 
The  king  of  glory's  near. 
5  The  king  of  glory  !   Who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations. ;   but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM    24.     Long  Metre. 

Saints  dwell  in  Heaven ;  or,  Chrifi's  Afcenfion, 
j  /-"SOHIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

And  men  and  worms,  and  beafts  and  birds  j 

Ke  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 

And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 
a  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 

Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  ikyj 

Who  mall  afcend  -that  bleft  abode, 

And  dwell  fo  near  his  Maker,  Gad  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whole  hands  are  clean, 
Him  fhall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  briefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteounefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  j 
Thefe  mail  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

D  5  6  Ye 


( 


46  P    S    A    L    M       XXV. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  way : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  royal  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM    z$.     i— ii.     FirJiPan. 

Waiting  for  Pardon  and  Dire&ion. 

1  T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
JL     My  truft  is  in  his  name  j 

Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 

2  Sin  and  the  powers  of  hell 

Ferfuade  me  to  defpair  j 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  gleams  of  dawning  light 

Till  ev'ning  fhades  arife, 
For  thy  falvation,   Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  j 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 

And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways, 
And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace, 
o  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake 

He  fave»  my  foul  from  mame  ; 
He  pardons  (tho'  my  guilt  be  great) 
Thre'  my  Redeemer's  name. 


PSALM 


PSALM       XXV.  47 

PSALM     25.      12,     I4>    IO»     Hf     Second  Part, 
Short  Metre.     Divine  Injlru&ion. 
*i   "\T  THERE  fhall  the  man  be  found, 

yV      Tnat  fears  l*  offend  his  God> 

That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 

And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

■2.  The  Lord  mall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  co'v'nant  mow, 

And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 

Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill, 
With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  fouls  mail  dwell  at  eafe. 

Before  their  Maker's  face, 
Their  feed  mail  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM    25.     15 — 22.     'Third  Part.    Short  Metre. 
Dijireft  of  Soul  j  or,  Backjliding  and  Defertion, 
1    Ty  yTlNE  eyes  and  my  defire  . 
X  ▼  A     Are  ever  to  the  Lord  j 
I  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grape 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 
z  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near  j 
When  will  thy  hand  afiift  my  feet 
To  'fcape  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  mail  the  fov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  j 
My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

D  6  5  With 


4.3  T    S    A    L    M      XXVL 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 

My  ibrrow  new  begins ; 
Look  on  my  anguiih  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  ail  my  fins. 

P    A     U     S     E. 

6  Behold  the  hofts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  Oh  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

-Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame, 
For  I  have  piac'd  my  only  tiuft 
In  my  Redeemer's  ncrne. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  IfraU  it  fhall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM    26.     Long  Metre. 
Self -Examination  j  or,  Evidences  of  Grace. 
1    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 


J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart j 

My  faith  upon  thy  promife  frays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 

The  fc offer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence  5 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Cbrifi  is  my  defence. 
I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 
The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  j 
There  /hall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let 


PSALM      XXVII.  49 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pail 
Among  the  faints  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM     27.     1—5.     Firft  Part. 
The  Church  is  cur  Delight  and  Safety. 

1  f  I  "*HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

j[      And  my  falvation  too  5 
God  is  my  ftrengthj  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires  j 

Oh  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints > 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  fhall  I  offer  my  requefts 

And  fee  thy  beauty  ftill : 
Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 

And  there  enquire  thy  will. 
4.  When  troubles  rife  and  florins  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  j 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavillion,  where 

He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  (hall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around, 
And  fongs  of  joy  and  viftory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM  27.  8,  9,  13, 14.  Second  Fart.  Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  Hope. 

1  (T>OON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 
1^  "  Ye  children,  Jeek  my  g'-acey" 
My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 

"  Til  jeek  my  Father  s  face. 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  j 
God  of  my  life,  I  fiy  to  thee 
In  a  diftreffing  day.  3  Should 


50         PSALM      XXVIII. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM     28.      Long  Metre. 

God  the  Refuge   of  the  Affli&ed. 

I   ^THO  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  ; 
X.     My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hearj 

For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 

If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 
z  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 

I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 

Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  frill, 

With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  falfehood,  that  defpife 
The  works  aad  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  But,  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,  that  trufted  in  his  word, 

In  his  falvation  mall  rejoice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour,  God  ; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  beav'nly  food. 


PSALM 


PSALM       XXIX,   XXX.,  51 

PSALM     29.       Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  'Thunder, 
1    /^1 IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  ions  of  fame, 

VJX    Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r, 

Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 

And  his  eternal  might  adore, 
a  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 

Thro'  ev'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  j 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 

And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  Hefpeaks,  and  tempeit,  hail  and  wind, 

Lay  the  wide '  foreft  bare  around} 

The  fearful  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 

Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 
4.  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 

And  lo,  the  (lately  cedars  break  ; 

The  moruntains  tremble  at  the  noife, 

The  vallies  roar,  the  defer  ts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  king  j 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fmg. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amidft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

P  S  A  L  M     30.      Firjl  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Sicknefs  healed,    and  Sorrows  removed. 

1  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  en  high, 
X    At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  lave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lcrd,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love, 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 

The  wond'ious  records  of  his  grace.  3  His 


52     PSALM      XXX,  XXXI. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  cf  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  ftar  reftores  the  joy. 

PSALM    30.  Ver.  6.    Second  Fart.  Long  Metre. 
Health,  Sickncfs,  and  Recovery, 

I    T~?IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
JP     And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night  j 
Fondly  I  laid  within  my  heart, 
"  Pleasure  and  peace  Jha/I  ne^er  depart.^ 

a  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 

Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  lb  long  j 

Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee  my  God  j 

"  What  can'ft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  duft  can  1  declare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  *'  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 

*'  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifesnowj 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  j 

Thy  praife  ihall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'c, 
For  ficknefs  heal'd,   and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  31.  5,  13 — 21,  22,  23.  FirjtPart.  Com.  Metr 
Deliverance  from  Death, 

1  FTT^O  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 
X        My  fpirit  I  commit; 
Thou  haft  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  ms  from  the  pit.  z  Del- 


PSALM      XXXI.  53 

2  Defpair  and  comfort,    hope  and  fear 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  ftrife  5 
While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  K  My  time  is  in  thy  bandy  I  cry'd, 

'*  Though  I  draiv  near  the  dufi  :" 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  1  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  1  truft. 

4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  ihine, 
And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

5  'Twas  in  my  hafte,  my  fpirit  faid, 

"  I  muji  defpair  anddiey 
"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  j" 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  .cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  fweet  thy  fmiling  face, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promis'd  grace. 

7  Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 

And  ling  his  praifes  loud  j 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompence  the  proud. 

SALM     31.      7—33,    n-21.      Second"  Paru 
Common  Metre.  \ 

Deliverance  from  Slander  and  Reproach. 

1    IV /TY  keart  reJoices  m  thy  name, 
1VX  My  God  my  heav'nly  truft  ; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  my  face  from  ftiame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  duft. 
Z  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,  I  cry'd, 
"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
«  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 

*' And  forrow  waftes  my  bones."        '   3  Amori£; 


54 


PSALM       XXXII 


3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  apply'd, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

Pause. 

5  How  great  deliv'rancethou  haft  wrought 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 
No  fenced  city  walPd  and  barr'd 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM     32.      Short  Metre. 
Fcrgivertefs  of  Sins  upon  Confejfion* 
I   /~\H  bleffed  fouls  are  they 

^/      Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er ; 
Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
3  They  mourn  their  follies  paft, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  5 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 
3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
1  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 
Till  I  conrefs'd  my  fins  to  thee. 
And  ready  pardon  found. 


Let 


PSALM      XXXII.  55 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  : 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  difhefs, 
Is  round  in  God  alone. 
PSALM     32.      Common  Metre. 
Free  Pardon  andjincere  Obedience  $   or,  Confejfion  and  For- 
g'rvenefs. 
I    X  TOW  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
JLj[   No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wafh'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 
3.  And  bleff  beyond  expreffion  he, 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  $ 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fincere  : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confcience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 

No  quiet  could  I  findj 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breafc, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fecret  fins  reveal'd, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feaFd. 

6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  j 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  flay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 
PSALM     32.      Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Repentance  and  free  Pardon ;  or,  Jujiifi 'cation  and 

Sanclif.cation. 
j    TJLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft, 
J3  Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd 

And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood.  2  Be= 


1 


56    PSALM      XXXIT,  XXXIII. 

2  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  j 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace  . 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  {nines. 

PSALM      32.       Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

A  guilty  Cotifcieace  eajtd  by  Confejfion  and  Pardcx. 
j   -«  TT  THILE  I  kjeep  filence  and  conceal 
V  T       My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 

What  torments  doth  my  confeience  feel ! 

What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
A  nd  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thir.e  holy  lpirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  fhall  every  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addrefies  to  thy  feat : 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  fhall  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  andftorms  appear? 
And  when  1  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM     33.      FirJJPart.     Common  Metre. 

fPorks  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
I    ~T\  £  JOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
X\_    i  his  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  hisname,iiis  ways,  his  word. 

How  holy,  ju  ft  and  true  !  2  His 


PSALM       XXXIII.  57 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Letheav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 
3,  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
Thofe  heav'nly  arches  fpread, 
Bade  ftarry  holts  around  them  mine, 
And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  fwelling  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  j 
Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  ftill  their  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  ftandj 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  Kefcorns  the  angry  nation's  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  j 
His  counfel  ftands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  mines. 
S  A  L  M     33.      Second  Part.      Common  Metre. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  All-juffic'ient. 
1    T^LEST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
jL3  Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heavily  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 
2,  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
Heform'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  j 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  Beafls  or  men, 

Nor  fpringsour  fafety  thence  j 
But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 

A  ftrong and  lure  defence.  c  God. 


58         PSALM       XXXIII. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft: 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  eyefecures  the juft, 
Among  ten  thouland  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice; 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM     33.     As  the  113th  Pfaim.     Fuji  Pert, 

JVorhs  of  Creation  and  Providence* 

I    "T  7"E  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice, 

jf      Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  yourvoice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  j 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 
a  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends, 

His  goodnefs  flows,  his  truth  extends  5 
His  pow'rthe  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 

His  word,  with  energy  divine, 

Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  mine, 
And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 

3  His  hand  collects  the  flowing  feas  ; 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  the  ftore-hpufe  oF  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  5 
And  fires  and  feas,   and  heav'n  and  earth 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  l'age  : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hand?, 
But  his  eternal  counfel  ft;mds, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM 


PSALM    XXXIII,  XXXIV.     59 

PSALM     33.     Asthe  113th  Pfalm.  Second  Part. 
Creatures  vain,  and  God  All-fujjicient* 
1    /~\H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\^J   Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furvcys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 
But  God  their  maker  is  unknown. 
2.  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft, 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  j 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  aft  horfe, 
To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

3  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threatening  ftand  : 
Thy  watchful  eve  preferves  the  juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 

Our  great  phyfician  and  our  fhield,     ' 
Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne  $ 

We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine  j 

Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM     34.      Firjl  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Xjod^s  Care  of  the  Saints  :    or,  Deliverance  by  Prayer* 
1    T     ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

1    J  Thy  praife  mail  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 
My  foul  fhall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 
3  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name; 
I  fought  th1  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told 


6o         PSALM       XXXIV. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  j 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  ihine, 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  flcies 
Fills  them  with  lightandlove  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  ; 
Oh  fear  and  love  him,   all  his  faints, 
Tafteof  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  j 
But  none  mall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want,fupplies  of  real  good. 

PSALM     34.       11 — 22.     Second  Part,     L»  M. 

Religious  location  ;  or,  Infirucliom  of  Piety. 
I    /CHILDREN,  in  years  or  knowledge  young, 

\^_j  Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 

Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ, 
a  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  ttate, 

Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 

Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
He  fe:s  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  Ions  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  j 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groan?, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  } 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath.     PSALM 


PSALM      XXXIV.         61 

PSALM     34.     1— 10.- Fir/}  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
Prayer  and  Praife  for  eminent  Deliverance, 
I   T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  j 
JL  How  good  are  alj  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

z  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  fuff'rer  cry'd, 
.  Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threatening  forrows  round  me  flood, 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes. 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  j 
He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 
*   And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 


5  [Oh  finners,  come  and  tafte  his  love* 

Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell  j 
What  Ill's  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.  J  .      - 

7  [Oh  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  5 

His  eye  regards  the  juft, 
How  richly  blefs'd  their  portion  Is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft ! 
3  Young  lions  pinch'd  with  hunger  roar, 
And  famiih  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

:rE  PSALM 


6z     PSALM    XXXIV,  XXXV. 

PSALM     34.       II — 12.       Second  Part,     C.  M. 
Exhortation  to  Peace  and  Holinefs, 
I    /"^OME,  children,   learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
V^l  And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue, 
a  Depart  from  mifchief,  praclife  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  j 
So  fhall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  foul  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  j 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 

Are  fliarp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  theirfupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  j 

But  God  fecures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  delolation  like  a  flood 

O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  redeem'd  their  fouls. 

PSALM     35.     Ver.   12,  13,  14. 
Love  to  Enemies  j    or,  the  Love  of  Chriji  to  Sinners  typi- 
fied in  David. 
j   T>  EHOLD  the  lore,  the  gen'rous  love 
J£j    That  holy  David  mows  j 
Behold  his  kind  compaflion  move 
For  his  afflicled  foes, 
a  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains, 
And  feems  to  feel  the  imart  j 
Thefpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 

And  melts  his  pious  heart.  3  How 


PSALM        XXXVI.         6:, 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fading  mortify'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  frill  he  pleads  and  mourns  j 
And  double  bleffings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  Oh  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Cbriji  the  Lord  appears  5 
While  finners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with,  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifrael's  king, 

Bleft  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

PSALM     36.      5—9.     Long  Metre. 

The  Perfe&icns  and   Providence  of  God\    or,    General 
Providence  and  Special  Grace, 

1  T  TIGH  in  the  heav'ns  eternal  God, 
X"l  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  mines  j 
Thy  truth  lhall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  deflgns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  .their  foundations  keep  j 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  bead  thy  bounty   lharej 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 

But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 
4.  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fpringsj 
The  fons.of  Adam  in  diftrefs 
Fly  to  the  Jhadow  of  thy  wings. 

E  a  «  From 


ft         PSALM      XXXVI. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfc 
We  fhall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  j 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord  5 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  lee 
The  glories  proinis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM     36.      1,  2,  5,  6,  7,  9.     Com.  Metre,. 

PraBical  Atheifm  expofed ;  -  or,  the  B sir g  and  Attributes 
of  God  ajferted. 

I   "'t  TT  THILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
V  V     And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 
a  Tlieir  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 
( Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  ftrange  felf-flatc'ry  blinds  their  eyes  1 . 

But  there's  a  hafFning  hour, 
When  they  ihal'lfee  withforefurprife 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  (hall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep,  unfathom'd  lea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created-  rounds, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  truth  out- iivea  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  j 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  rpft. 

7  [From 


PSALM      XXXVI.         65 

7  [From  thee,  when  creature-ftreams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fliall  flow, 
Andraife  our  pleasures  high. 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.  J 

PSALM     36.     1—7.     Short  Metre. 

Tie   Wlckednefi  of  Man,  and   the  Majejiy  of  God\  or, 
Praftical  Atbeifm  exfofed, 

1  X  X  THEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
VV     My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 
z  [He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 
.In  a  felf-flatt'ring  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.J 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  j 
Wifdom  is  banilh'd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 

New  mifchiefsto  fulfil  j 
He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head 
To  practife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Tho'  men  renounce  his  fear } 
His  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  Iky, 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burn*  to  hell. 

E  3  7  How 


66        PSALM       XXXVII. 

7  Hovt  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  iafety  fprings ! 
Oh  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM      37.      I— 15.      Flrji  Part. 
The  Cure  of  Envy^  Frafulnefs  ar.d  Unbelief)  or,  tk$ 

Rewards  cf  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 
I  TT  THY  'mould  i  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
VV     To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  finners  waxing  great, 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

Z  As  flowVy  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 
Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  fhall  their  glories  vanifh  foon, 
In  everlafling  fhades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 

And  pradlife  all  that's  good  ; 
So  fhall  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  he  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will  j 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  fhalt  thoudifplay, 

And  make  thyjudgments  known, 
Fair  is  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  moon. 

6  The  meek  atlaft  the  earth  ppffefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

P    A    U    3    t. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger*  rife, 
Though  providence  ftiould  long  delay, 

To  punifli  haughty  vice.  8  Let 


PSALM      XXXVII..        67 

3-  Let  finnersjoin  to  brea^  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 

Theirday  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 

To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord 

And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  fhall  break  their  bows,  and  burn, 

Their  perfecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn, 

And  pierce  their  ftubborn  hearts. 
PSALM     37.     16,  21,  26 — 31.     Second  Part* 
Charity  to  the  Poor ;  or,  Religion  in  Words  and  Deeds, 

1  T  X  THY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 

V  V      And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft, 
Excels  theiinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay; 

The  faint  is  merciful  and  lends, 

Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  withlib'ral  heart  he  gives 

Amongft  the  fons  of  need ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  bleffed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  flander  or  defraud; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide;     * 
Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word 
His  feet  fhall  never  Aide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  ftand 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare ; 
They  fhall  poffefs  the  promis'd  land, 

And  dwell  for  ever  there.  PSALM 


63     PSALM     XXX  >'II,  XXXVIIT. 

PSALM      37.      V<A  23—37.      Third  Part. 
The  Way  and  End  of   he  Righteous  and  the  Wicked, 
I    JW    Af  Y  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
XVJL   Are  order' d  by  thy  will : 
Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  ftill. 

a  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves  5 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 
He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleflings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  5 
Ye  mall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
Whenjuftice  calls  them  down. 

Pause. 

5  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  j 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  feveral  fteps  attend  5 
Truepleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM     38.     Common  Metre. 

Guilt  of  Confcience  and  Relief ;  or,  Repentance  and  Prayer 
for  Pardon  and  Health, 
1      A   MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
j£\.  Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  prove 

Like  an  avenger's  fword.  2  Thine 


PSALM      XXXVIII.         69 

S  Thine  arrows  ftick  within  my  heart, 
My  flefti  is  forely  preft ; 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  j 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea 

That  finks  my  comforts  down  j 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  father's  frown. 

5  Lord  I  am  weaken' d  and  difmay'd, 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  ; 
My  wounds  with  piercing  anguifh.  bleed, 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defires  to  thee  are  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  j 

My  God  will  hear  rny  cry, 

My  God  wiil  bear  my  fpirit  ud 

When  Satan  bids  me  die.    . 

8  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Aide, 

To  fee  my  virtue  fail  j 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride, 
Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail,  i 

9  But  I'll  ccnfefs  my  guilty  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 
And  beg  fupport  divine. 
IO  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft. 
And  be  for  ever  nigh  $ 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation  hafte, 
Before,  thy  fervant  die. 

PSALM 


yo         PSALM      XXXIX. 

PSALM     39.     1,2,   3.     Firfi  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
Watchfulness  over  the  Tongue ;     or,  Prudence  &  Zeal. 

1  fT^HUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

X      "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
•'  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
'*  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  Whene'er  conftrain'd  a  while  to  ftay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  feta  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcoffers  fhould  th'  occaiion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffing  finners  hear 
That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM     39.     4,   5,  6,  7.     Second  Pari, 
The  Vanity  of  Man  as  mortal. 

1  f  ■  ^EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

X     Thou  maker  of  my  framej 
I  would  furvey  Tift's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  : 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain; 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  defne  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  ihovv, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftrait  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What 


PSALM      XXXIX.         71 

5  What  mould  I  wi£h  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth  and  duft? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
Anddifappointour  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  defires  recal; 
I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up, 
•     And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM     39.   Ver.  9—13.    Third  Part. 
Sick-Bed  Devotion ;   or,  pleading  without  repining, 

1  /^  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
\J  behold  the  pains  I  feel  j 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difputethy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  j 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word, 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpiritdies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  duft  j 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er,  withftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  I'm  bat  a  ftrangerhere  below, 

As  all  my 'fathers  were.; 
May  I  bewell  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  fummons  hear  ! 

6  But  if  my  life  he  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thypraifefhall  be  my'-bus'nefs  ftill, 
And  FU  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM 


;2  P    S    A    L    M      XL. 

PSALM    40.     Per,  1,  2,  3,  5,  if.     FirfiParU 
Common  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Deliverance  from  great  Difirefs* 

1   T  Waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 
X  He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  j 
He  faw  me  refting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh, 
a  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feetj 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  (land, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praifethe  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  Works  of  grace  abroad  $ 

The  faints  with  joy  mall  hear, 
And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love ; 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM  40.    6 — 9.    Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 

The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  of  Chriji. 

j   ^T^HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  your  work  is  vain, 
Jit     "  Give  your  burnt-ofPrings  o'er, 
<c  In  dying  goats  and  bullock's  (lain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

1  Then. 


PSALM      XL.  73 

2.  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo  I'm  here, 
'*  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
"  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare 
*'  Thy  fen-ant  ihall  fulfil. 

3  **  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight,   . 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  j 
"  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  wkh  delight 
<l  To  what  thy  Jips  impart." 

4  And  fee  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears,  ■  ■   ■'_ 

And  at  th'  appointed  time  affumas 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  /hew'd, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  afiemblies  ftood. 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 

He  pity'd  finners  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 


7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  ihed 
Could  waih  the  confcience  clean, 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid.     * 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 
S  Then  was  the  grata  falvation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhookj 
Thus  by  the  Woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM     40.     5—10.     Long  Metre. 
Cbrlji  cur  Sacrifice. 
1   npHE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
X     Exceed  our  praife,  furmouat  our  thought : 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeechVould  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

F  a  No 


74 


PSALM      XLL 

a  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilty 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fufficient  facrince. 

3  Lo  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears  j 
Affumes  a  body  well  prepared, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  «  Behold  I  come  (the  Saviour  cries, 
"  With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes,) 
"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

«  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 
c    «  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
«'  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
"  And  lo  !   thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

i(  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

«  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  Iky. 

7  "  The  fpirit  fhall  defcend  and  fhow 

««  What  thou  haft  done  and  what  I  do ; 

"  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 

«  And  ail  creation  tune  thy  praife." 

PSALM     41.     1,  2>  3* 
Charity  to  the  Poor  5   or,  Pity  to  the  Affli&ed. 
j   T>LEST  is  the  man,  whofe  breaft  can  move, 
J3  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  j 
He  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief 

Shall  rind  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  lhall  live  fecure  on  earth 
Withfecret  blefiings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peftilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead.  4  0c 


PSALM       XLII.       .     75 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM     42.     j— 9.     Fvji  Part. 
Defertkn  and  Hope  ■   or.  Complaint  of Abfence  from  public 
Worfnip. 
I   \ X  7ITH  eameft  longings  of  the  mind, 
W        My  God,  to  thee  I  look  j 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 
Z  When  fiiall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
The  foe  infults  without  controul, 
"  And  whereas  your  God  at  lajl?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  fink  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  fpiri^  why  indulge  defpair, 

And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove ; 
For  I  mail  yet  before  him  ftand, 

And  fing  restoring  love. 
PSALM     4?u     6—1 1.     Second  Part. 
Melancholy  Thoughts  reproved  j  or,  Hope  in  Affliclkn. 
1    IVyTYfpirit finks  within  me,  Lord, 
JLV1   But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

F  *  2  Huge 

I 


76  PSALM       XLIIL 

2,  Huge  troubles  with  tumalt'ous  noife 
Swell  like  afea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
The  rifing  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 
"  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne,  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  mall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  my  God,  my  heav'nly  rock, 

"  Why  do  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke?" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  (inks  folow, 
Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief ; 
Hope  in  the  Lord  and  praile  him  too  j 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  mall  guide  me  ftill, 
Thy  word  mail  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 

PSALM     43.     Common  Metre. 
Safety  in  divine  FroteElion. 
1    TUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe, 
J       Againft  a  fmful  race ; 
From  vile  opprefiion  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace, 
a  On  thee  my  ftedfaft  hope  depends, 
And  am  1  left  to  mOurn  ? 
To  fink  in  forrows,   and  in  vain 
Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  Oh  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Conduct  me  tg  thy  holy  hill, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,    Oh  my  God, 

My  joyful  fret  mall  rife, 
And  'my  triumphant  fongs  mall  praife 
The  God  that  rules  the  (kies. 

c  Sink 


PSALM      XLIV.  77 

5  Sink  not  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fear, 
Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair; 
For  I  fh all  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  guardian  care. 

P  S  A  L  M    44,     Ver,   1,  2,   3,  8,   15,  26. 
The  Churches  Complaint  in  Perfecutlcti, 

1  T     OR D,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
1   J  •   Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told, 

The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  They  faw  thy  beaut'ous  churches  rife, 

The  fpreading  gofpel  run  j 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies   ' 
Through  all  their  temples  ihone. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls. are feiz'd  with  ihame, 

Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  given. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftructive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore. 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

Pause. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name  j 
As  fheep  for  flaughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 

~F  3  S  Awake, 


78  P    S    A    L    M      XLV. 

8  Awake,  arlfe,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  mould  we  teem  like  men  abhor'd, 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  caft  us  off, 

And  ftill  negleft  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bovv'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  3 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood, 

PSALM    45.     Short  Metre. 

The  Glory  of  Cbrijl.     The  Succefs  of  the  Goffel,  and  tht 
Gentile  Church, 

1  11   /i Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 

J  Yl      Thy  beauties  are  divine  j 
Thy  lips  with  blefilngs  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
While  juftice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 

Thy  throne  mall  ever  ftand; 
And  thy  victorious  gofpel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

5[Thj 


PSALM     XLV.  79 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  mealure  fhed 
His  fpiri:  "like  a  grateful  oil 
T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

6  [Behold  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
A  beaut'ous  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  Quees. 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  Oh  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  j 
Thy  children  fhall  his.  honour  fing, 
And  tafle  the  heav'nly  joy. 

PSALM    45.     Common  Metre. 

The  perfonal  Glories  and  Government  of  Chrijl. 

I  T*LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
X     His  form  divinely  fair ; 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

z  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  ihed  j 
Thy  God  with  blefiings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majeitic  fway  ; 
Thy  terror  fhall  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

F  4  5  Juftioe 


8o  PSALM      XLV. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftill> 
But  mercy  is  tby  choice  : 
And  God;  thy  God,  thy  fouffhall  fill 
With  moft  peculiar  joys. 

PSALM     45.      Flrjl   Part.      Long   Metre. 
The  Glory  of  Cbrift,  and  Poivtr  of  hh  Go/pel, 

I    TVT^W  be  my  heart  Jnfpir'd  to  fmg 
X\    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jems  the  Lord  ;   how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !   how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

S  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  fhines  with  far  fuperior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleflings  all  his  ftate  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moft  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart : 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God  has  richly  /hed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  j 
And  with  his  facred  fpint  blefs'd 
His  firft  born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM     45.      Second  Part.      Long  Metre, 
ChriJI  and  his  Church  j  or,  the  myjiical  Marriage. 
I  /"JpHE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
X     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  !. 
He  comes  with  bleflings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love.  2  At 


PSALM      XL  VI.  81 

■z  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 

The  queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold ; 

The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs  j 

Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 
%  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 

He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  j 

Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 

The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  mall  the  king  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  belov'd,  and  yetador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies, 

And  all  thy  fons,   (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  j 
Letev'ry  agehispraifes  fpread  j 
While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 
The  condefcenfion  of  his  love. 

PSALM    46.     FirJiPart. 

The  Church's  Safety  and  Triumph  among  national  Defla- 
tions. 

i   f~^\  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

\JT  When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade ; 

Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 

Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 
%  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 

Gonvulfions  make  the  folid  world, 

Our  faith  mail  never  yield  to  fear. 
3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
'  -  In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 

While  ev'ry  nation,  evVy  more 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 

F  5  4  There 


82  PSALM      XLVI. 

4  There  is  a  ftream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 
Life,  love  and  joy  ftill  gliding  thro* 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Sion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  a  threat'ning  hour  j 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

PSALM     46.     Second  Part. 
Godfghtsfor  his  Church, 

J  1      ET  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

JL/  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  j 

He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies, 

a  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacobs  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  fhores 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  j 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 

The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
"  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Sion  ftands." 


6  OLord 


PSALM     XLVII,  XLVIII.    *3 

6  O  Lord  of  hofts,  almighty  King, 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 
Our  faith  fhall  fit  fecure  and  fing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  powers  of.  hell. 

PSALM     47. 
thrift  afcending  and  reigning, 
!   f\ll  for  a  lnout  of  facred  joy 
\J     To  God  the  fov'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 
a  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high  ; 
His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rifing  thro'  the  fky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  ftrains  j 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  } 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong  j 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  If raH  ftood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known  j 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 
Submit  before  his  throne. 
PSALM    48.     1—8.     Firji  Part. 
The  Church  is  the  Honour  and  Safety  of  a  Nation, 
3    r  f^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
WjJ     And  let  his  praife  be  great; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful  feat, 

F  6  a  Thefe 


34  PSALM      XLVIII. 

Z  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  ftand  ? 
The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 
2  In  Shir  God  is  known  •  \ 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone, 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ? 
4  When  kings  againft  her  joinTd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 
4  When  navies  tall  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen. 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been, 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 
Recal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 
.And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 
PSALM     48.     ic— 14.     Second  Part* 
The  Beauty  of  the  Church  5   or,  Go/pel  WorJh\p  and  Order, 


1     |T7VAR^as  thy  name  is  known 


The  world  declares  thy  praifej 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,   before  thy  throne 

Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 
With  joy  thy  people  ftand 

On  Sions  chdfen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

And  counfels  of  thy  will. 
Let  ftrangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 

And  mark  the  building  well.  4  The 


PSALM      XLIX'.  85 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  wcrfhip  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes. 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 

Will  guide  us  'till  we  die; 
Will  be  your  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  flcy. 
P  S  A  L  M>  49.    6—14.  Flrfi  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Pride  and  Death  ;   or,  the  Vanity  of  Life  and  Riches, 
1   "¥  TT  THY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
YY        To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  ev'ry  riling  tide  ? 

*  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 
Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefh  was  born 
Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour? 
Or  make  his, brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  3 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 

5  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave 
Quit  their  porTeflions,  clofe  their  eyes,       / 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houfe  /hall  ever  ftand; 
"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 

*'  I'll  give  it  to  my  land."  7  Vain 


S6  PSALM      XUX, 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft, 
How  ibon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 

Pause. 

S  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way, 
And  yet  their  fons  as  vain 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  aft  their  works  again. 
9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 
Tho'  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beafts  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  the  beaftthey  die. 

10  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  filly  ftieep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  la  ft  trumpet  breaks  their  lleep, 
And  wakes  them  in  defpair.J  • 

PSALM     49.     Ver.  14,   15.     Second  Part, 
Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  Refurretiion. 

1   ^£7"E  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 
And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft 
Your  pomp  ihall  rife  no  more. 

1  The  laft  great  day  mall  change  the  fcene ;     . 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  mall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

Call'd  from  the  world  away, 

And  break  the  prifon  of  thefgrave, 

To  raife  my  mould-ring  clay. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more.  PSALM 


PSALM      XLIX,  L.        S; 

PSALM    49.     Long  Metre. 
Tke  rich  Sinners  Death,  and  the  Sainfs  Refurre&'wn. 

1  "W  THY  do  thepround  infuk  the  poor, 

V  V     An$  bond  the  large  eftates  they  have  ! 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  i 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft } 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  duft.    . 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  made 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  j 
That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  itfthe  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  finner  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  ; 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  hear  th'  oppreffor*s  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  ; 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud, 

6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
My  fle/h  and  foul  fhall  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

PSALM  50.  Ver.  \ — 6.  Firfi  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  lafl  Judgment ;   cr,  the  Saints  rewarded. 
1   fT^HE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne, 
X     Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  therifing  fun, 
And  near  the  Wiflern  iky. 

a  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  fay,         , 
Judgment  ivill  ne'er  begin  j 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 

To  impudence  and  fin,  3  Thron'd- 


28  P    S    A    L    M       L. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  mall  come^, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  mail  know  and  fear 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
"  By  the  redeemer's  facrifice, 
ii  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 

f<  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 

"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM   50.     Ver.  10,  II,  14,  15,  23.  Second  Tart. 

Common  Metre. 

Obedience  is  better  than  Sacrifice. 

'HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  the  fpacious  fields 
"  And  flecks  and  herds  are  mine, 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  1  claim  a  right  divine. 

"  I  afk  no  meep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 

**  Is  all  that  I  require. 

u  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hand  fhall  fet  thee  free  j 
"  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 

"  The  honour  due  to  me. 

"  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

11  Declares  my  glory  beftj 
(l  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 

*<  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

PSALM 


T 


P    S    A    L    M       L.  89 

PSALM   50.  fir,  1,  5,  3,  16,  21,  22.    Third  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  Judgment  of  Hypocrites, 

1  -\X  THEN  a-ri/?tojudgmentfl>alldefcenG', 

V  V        And  faints  lurround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  '*  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
i(  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fire  of.  love. 

3  •<  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 
*'  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expect  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

"  And  fin  without  controul  ? 
"  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light^ 
*f  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider,  ye,  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear; 
If  ence  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM     50.     Long  Metre. 
Hypocrijy  exp'.fed. 

i   f  4  *HE  Lord,  the  Judge  his  churches  warns, 
J_     Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear. 
Who  place  their  hope  in rites  and  forms,  • 

•   But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  fallhood  and  deceit  3 

A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 

But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace,  4  To 


9o  P    S    A    L    M    ■  L. 

4  To  heav'n. they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
Defil'd  with  lu'ft,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 
By   night  they  praclife  every  fin, 

By  d2y  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  mere  ; 
They  think  he  Deeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  Oh  dreadful  hour  !     when  God  draws  near, 
And  lets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 

His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  mall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM     50.     To  a  new  Tune. 
The.  lafi  Judgment. 

1  T  I  ^HE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  fends  his  fummons  forth, 

Calls  the/oath  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
From  Eajf  to  Weft  the  founding  orders  fpread 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  deadj 
No  more  mall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay; 
His  veng'ance  fleeps  no  more ;   behold  the  day. 

2  Behold  the  judge  defcends ;  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  ; 
Heav'n,  earth' and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all  things  come 
To  hear  his  juftice  and  the  finners '  doom; 

But  gather  firft  my  faints  (the  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands, 

3  Behold  my  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrince  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;   the  Greek  the  Jera 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip  or  the  new, 
There's  no  distinction  heie,  prepare  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'ritcs  and  my  fons. 

4.  I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am  their  juJge;  Ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
Myjuft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths,  that  finners  dread  to  hear; 
Sinners  in  Skn,  tremble  and  retire; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 


P    S    A    L    M       L.  91 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee;    bulls  and  goats  are  vain, 
Without  the  ftame  of  love  $   in  vain  the  (tore 
Of  brutal  cfPrings  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 
Fiotks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  alk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  tafte  the  victim's  blood  ? 
Can  I  befiatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt' rings  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,   and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch!   How  could'ft  thou  hope  to  pleafe 
A  God,   afpirit,  with  fuchtoys  as  thefe  ? 

While  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong  j 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

S  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuff'ring  love, 

But  didll  thou  hope  that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove? 
Andcheriih  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;   my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

g  Sinners,   awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  j 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works  amend  j 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend  j 
Left  like  a  lion  his  laft  veng'ance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

PSALM     50.     To  the  old  proper  Tune. 
*Tbe  laft  Judgment. 
I  '  I  *HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth, 
X     Cails  the  font b  nations  and  awakes  the  north  '. 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
Thro*  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds,  bell  trembles,   beavn  rejoice*. ; 
Life  ut> your  beads,  ye  faints,  ivitb  cheerful  voices. 

2  No 


92  PSALM      L. 

a  No  more  mall  atheifb  mock  his  long  delays 
His  veng'ance  deeps  no  more  :   behold  the  day  ; 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends ;   his  guards  are  nigh  ; 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  pall  adore  him  j 
While  /inner s  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  *'  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all  things 
"  To  hear  my  juftice  and  the  finner's  doom  ;     [come 
"  But  gather  firfr.  my  faints  ;   the  Judge  commands  : 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

When  Chrijl  returns,  wake  e-v'ry  cheerful  faffion  ; 
And  pout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  falvaticn. 

4  **  Behold  my  covenant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
"  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

"  And  fign'd  with  all  their  names;   the  Greek,  the^rw 
"  That  paid  the  ancient  worihip  or  the  new. 
There'' s  no  difllnEl'ion  here  ;  join  all  your  -voices, 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  forhcani'n  rejoices. 

5  '•'  Here  (faith  the  Lord)   ye  angels  fpread  their  thrones 
*'  And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons, 

"  Come,  my  redeem'J,  poffefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
"  Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 

When  Chrifi  returns,  ivake  cv'ry  cheerful paffio'n  ; 

And  pout,  ye  faints,  he  ccmesfor  your  falvatiou. 

Pause     the  Firft. 

6  "I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighry  God, 

"  The  fov'reign  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
"  My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
"  Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear. 
When  God  appears  all  nature  pall  adore  him, 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  profane, 
"  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings  vain  j 
"  Thou  hypocrite,  once  dreft  in  faint's  attire, 

"  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices ; 
Lift  up  your  heads, ye paints,  with  cheerful  •voices. 

8  »«  Not 


P    S    A    L    M      L.  95 

5   "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  flaln 
"  Do  1  condemn  thee  j   bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
"  Without  the  flames  of  love;   in  vain  the  ftore 
"  Of  brutal  off 'rings  that  were  mine  before. 

Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  f)j all  adore  him  ; 

While f.nners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him* 

9  "  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
*'  When  did  I  thirft  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 
"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 
"  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed. 

All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation  ; 

Gives  fwr.ers  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 

jo  "  Canlbeflatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fantallic  vows  ? 
tc  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veilments  to  behold, 
*'  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 

Can  fcreen  the  guilty  ivhen  his  vengeance  rifes. 

Pause     the  Second. 

1 1  "  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'fl:  thou  hope  to  pieafe 
"  A  God,  a  lpirit,  with  fuch  toys  asthefe? 

"  While  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue 
"  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  do'ft  thy  brother  wrong. 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  j 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  ivith  cheerful -voices, 

12  "  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends; 

"  Thieves  and  2dult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends; 
"  While  the  falfe  fiatt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
"  Kis  hardened  foul  divine  inftrudlion  hates. 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  ivhen  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  '*  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufF'ring  love ; 

"  Eut  did'ft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
"  And  cherifli  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
"  That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
See  God  appears,  all  nations  joint  t"  adore  him  j 
"Judgment  proceeds ,  and  {inner s  fall  before  him . 

14  "  Behold 


94  P    S    A    L    M      LI. 

14  "  Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
'*  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul  J 
"  Now  like  a  lion  mall  my  vengeance  tear 

"  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 
Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

Epithonema. 

15  "  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wifej 
"  Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 

**  Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works  amend, 
**  Fly   to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
'Then  join  the  faint 4,  loake  cv^ry  cheerful  pafjion  j 
When  Chrift  returns,  he  comes  for  your •falvation*. 

PSALM     51.     Firji  Part.     Long  Metre. 
A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 

1  QHEW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,   forgive, 
1^  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  finner  truft  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found  ? 

3  Oh  warn  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  pal*  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevers, 
I  am  condemnM  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
1  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death; 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Vrt 


P    S    A    L    M     ■  LI.  % 

b  Yet  fave  a  trembling  firmer,  Lord, 
.   Whofe  hope,  fiill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  ibme  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  hipport  againft  delpair. 

PSALM     51.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre, 
Original  and  aSlual  Sin  confejfed. 

I    I '     ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
1    J  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  j 

Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 

Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all* 
z  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 

The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  j 

The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  j 

But  we're  defiTd  in  ey'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God  create  my  heart  a-new, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  $ 
Oh  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  j 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  • 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean*; 
The  leprofy  lies  .deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor hyfop -branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor 'flood,  norfea, 
Can  w&lh  the  difmal  ftain  away. 

6  Jcfus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  j 
No  Jewifh  types  could  cleanfe  me'fo. 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flefh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  j 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice  j 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM 


96  PSALM      LI. 

P  5  A  L  M     51.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  Backjlider  rcJlored\   or,  Repentance  and  Faith  in  the 
Blood  of  Chriji. 

1   /*"\  Thou  that  hear'ft  when  Tinners  cry, 
^Jr    Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2.  Create  my  nature  pure  within. 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  : 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  banim'd  from  thy  fight  j 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  Hill  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrirlce  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  cefpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  dufr, 
And  own  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye* 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  j 
Sinners  mail  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  j 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  mall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

3  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation ihall  be  all  my  long; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  mail  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  ftrengda  and  righteoufnefr. 

PSALM 


PSALM      LI.  97 

PSALM  51.    3—13.    FirftPart,    Common  Metre. 
Original  and  aclual  Sin  confejjed  and  pardoned, 
2    1       O.RD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
1    /     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  j 
Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 

And  crufh  my  flefh  to  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  veng'ance  well> 
And  earth  muft  Own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean  j 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  j 
And  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foui 

With  thy  forgiving  love  j 
Oh  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  trfy  face  j 
Create  a-new  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 
Backfliders  (hall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM  51.  14—17.  Second  Part,  Common  Metr©» 
Repentance  and  Faitb  in  the  Blood  of  Cbrift, 
1  ^\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V-/     My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall  • 

That  bears  me  from  thy  love, 

O  a  Give 


98  PSALM      LII. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
'   Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufhefc, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 

For  fin  could  e'er  atone  j 
The  death  of  Chrift  mall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreftwith  fin's  defert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  beft  facrifice. 

PSALM     52.     Common  Metre. 
The  Difappointment  of  the  Wicked. 

■  r  "\X7'HY  ^ou^  tne  mighty  make  their  boaft, 
W       And  heav'nly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengeance  fhall  deftroy, 

And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 
No  more  fhall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grove, 

Drefs'd  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children,  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 

4.  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 
Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 
And  all,  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  falvation  fure. 

PSALM     52.     Long  Metre. 
the  FoUy  of  Self -Dependence. 
j  -T  "T  THY  fhould  the  haughty  heroboaft 
VV     His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hoft  ? 
While  blood  defiles  his  cruel  hand, 
And  de&Utioa  waftes  the  land. 


2  He 


PSALM      LIII.  99 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  : 
And  when  the  weary'd  fword  would  fpare, 
His  falfhood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue  j 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  pow'r, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
Cafts*  to  the  duft  his  honours  down  j 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recal, 
And  hail  the  proud  opprefibr's  fall. 

5  How  low  th'  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  Pow'rdefpifej 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  almighty  to  deftroy. 

6  We  praife  the  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  ikies  j 

The  faints  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 
PSALM     53.     4—6. 
Vitlory  and  Deliverance  from  Perfecuthn, 

1  A   RE  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools 
Jt\.     Who  thus  deftroy  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  j 

For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arife, 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  thefons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array} 
When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  Oh  for  a  word  from  Sion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
Thy  joyful  faints  thy  praife  fhall  ling, 
And  Ijra'l  weep  no  more. 

■     G  a  PSALM 


IOO 


PSALM      LIV,  LV. 


PSALM     54.     Common  Metre. 
X    T}  EHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
J3      Before  thy  throne  afcend, 
Cart  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  ftiil  our  lives  defend. 
a  For  11  aught  Ying  foes  infult  us  round, 
Opprefiive,  proud  and  vain, 
They  calt  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  our  rites  profane. 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft, 

And  in  thy  pow'r  rejoice  ; 
Thine  arm  fhallcruih  our  foes  to  duft. 
Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  ev'ry  land, 
And  ftiil  thy  people  blefs. 

PSALM  55.  1 — 3,  16,  17,  18,  22.  Common  Metre. 
Support  for  the  ajjli£ied  and  tempted  Sou!. 

1  y^V  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
\_/     Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife. 

And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  level'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrifc, 
To  make  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heart-ftrings  wound, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  j 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongftthe  ftiades  of  death. 

4  Oh  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings ; 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 

5  Let 


PSALM      LV.  loi 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  clefert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all 

To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  lave  me  here  as  well. 

Pause. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  5 
Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  fuftains  them  ail  j 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 

That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 
10  My  highefl  hopes  can  not  be  vain, 

My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife  j 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men, 

Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM   55.    15,  16,  17,  19,  22;     Short  Metre. 

1  T     ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 

1    /     And  chufe  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light  j 
I  feek  his  blefling  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

G  3  5  Thou 


102  PSALM      LVI. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  finners  perifn  in  furprifc 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 

And  no  fad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear,  nor  truit  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'd  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  mail  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love  j 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftands, 
No  earthly  powV  can  move. 

PSALM     56.     Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Opprejfion   and    Faljbood  ;     or,    God's 
Care  of  bis  People,  in  Anfrver  to  Faith  and  Prayer. 

1  f~\  Thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
\^/     And  makes  th'  oppreffor  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  finners  try 

To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  The  fonsof  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  j 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ltiil, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults , 
For  mifchiefs  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall 


PSALM      LVIi;  103 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muft  their  devices  ftand  ? 
Oh  caft  the  haughty  firmer  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

Pause. 

6  God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears  j 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints, 
And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee : 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  j 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praife  ; 
I'll  ling,  how  faithful is  thy  word  I 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways  ! 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 
Oh  let  thy  pris'ner  free, 
-That  heart  arid  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

PSALM     57. 

Praife  for  Prote&ion  :  Grace  and  Truth,   ' 

I   TV  /IY  God  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings, 
jL V JL   Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

?.  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  delires  perform  j 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 
And  faves  me  from  the  threat' ning  ftowi. 

3  Be 


io4         PSALM      LVIII 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd ;  my  long  fhall  raifc 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  j 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  iky j 

His  truch  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  j 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM     58.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
Warning  to  Magiftrates. 
j    TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J|    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 

When  vile  opprefhon  wafles  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  finners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand ! 
a  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns  j 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God  j 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  iharp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  ; 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  flops  her  ears  ! 

Againft  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 


4  Break 


PSALM       LIX  105 

4  Ereak  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God  5 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood ; 

And  crufli  the  fe"rpents  in  the  duft, 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeil  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
Their  grand'ur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  dhTolve  and  run, 
Or  fnails  that  perifli  in  their  flime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  the  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun, 

6  Thus  ftiall  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  5 

And  all  that  hear  fnall  join  and  fay, 
'<  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
*'  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fuff'rings  well  repay.'* 

PSALM     59.     Short  Metre. 
Prayer  for  national  Deliverance, 

I     \  /ROM  foes,   that  round  us  rife, 
J/       O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 
Who  brave  the  veng'ance  of  the  Ikies, 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2,  Behold,  from  diftant  fliores, 
And  defert  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  thro'  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  fhade, 

Their  facred  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  wafte  the  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 
Permit  fecufe  that  impious  race, 
To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 


5  In 


io6  PSALM      LX. 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile, 

Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
I    His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 

His  hand  their  ftrength  remove. 

0  Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death, 

Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 
But  drive  them  with  thine  angry  breath, 

Thro'  diftant  lands  to  roam. 
7  Then  mall  our  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  ourguardian  God; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 

And  found  the  praife  abroad. 

PSALM     6o.      Common  Metre. 
Looking  to  God  In  the  Dijlrefs  of  War, 

1  T     ORD  thou  has  fcoufg'd  our  guilty  land, 
1.7     Behold  thy  people  mourn; 

Shall  veng'auce  ever  guide  thy  hand  ? 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
S  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 
Earth's  haughty  tovyers  decay; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  fky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  Sion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ? 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
And  fave  the  finking  land. 

4  Exalt  the  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  j 
From  barb'rous  hofts  our  nation  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  lhame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 

And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 
In  vain  fhall  num'rous  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand,      ' 

Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 
'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ftand, 

And  treads  the  mighty  down.  PSALM 


PSALM    LXI,  LXII.         107 

PSALM     61.     1—6. 
Safety  in  God. 

2  XI7HEN  overwhelms  with  grief, 

V  V        My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Heiplefs  and  far  from  all  relief 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2.  Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  thecovertof  thy  wings 
My  fhelter  and  my  made. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord,  ' 

For  ever  I'll  a'bide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4.  Thou  giveftme  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  j 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  {hall  pofTefs.  the  fame. 

PSALM     62.     5— 12. 

No  Trufi  in  the  Creatures.)  or,  Faith  in  Diniine  Grace  and 

Power. 

1  TV  ftY  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  j 
JlV JL  My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  itraits, 

My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  j 
When  helpers  fail,   and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficientaid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 
'  4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fetyour  hearts  on  glitt'ring  duft; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke  ?-  5  Once 


108  PSALM       LXIII. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
li  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  j" 
He  mult  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward. 

PSALM.  63.   1,2,5,3,4.  FirJlPart.  Common  Metre. 

The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 

I     M  .*  A  R  L  Y,  my  God,,  without  delay, 
X2j     I  hafte  to  leek  thy  face  j 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace./ 
2.  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand 
Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ftr'eam  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy-pow'r 

Thro1  all  thy  temple  fhine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  virion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleflings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 

And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  beft  paflioas  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  laft  expiring  day 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  king  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

PSALM 


PSALM      IATTI.         109 

PSALM  63.  6 — 10.  Second  Part,    Common  Metre. 
Midnight  Thoughts  recolle&ed. 

1  '*"■""*  WASin  the  watches  of  the  night 

J[       I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  light 
Amidft  the  dark'eft  hour. 

2  My  fie (h  lay  refting  on  my  bed, 

My  foul  arofe  on  high  j 
My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  faid, 
Bring  thy  fal-vation  nigh, 

3  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  Hill, 
While  1  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings  j 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  lings. 

5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  5 
The  tempter  mall  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  ilain. 

6  Thy  fvvord  mail  give  my  foe9  to  death, 

And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  da;  k  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  tiie  deep  of  hell. 

PSALM     63.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  after  God;  or,  the  Love  of  God  Letter  than  Lift. 
*    /^  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
VJF  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  j 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 
2,  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 
Thou  art  my  father  and  my  God  j 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties  5 
Thy  fon,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood. 

H  3  With 


no  PSALM      LXIIL. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  1  look, 

As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t' appear 
Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  ; 
Oft'  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tafte, 
No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong, 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  fbng. 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 
No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  baniuVd  from  the^Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  nijght, 
When  bufy  cares  afflicT:  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  pra.ife  j 
This  work  mall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  cf  my  days. 

PSALM     63.     Short  Metre, 
Seeking  God, 
3    |V    /T  Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 

XV A      This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
.     And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 
Z  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  p'ace, 

Thv  pow:r-and  glory  to  beheld, 

And  feel  thy  quick'ning  graee.  4  For 


PSALM      IXIV.  in 

4  For  lite  without  thy  iove 

No  relifh  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can.be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  HI  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ;     ( 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  fearft 
Such  food  or  pie  a  fu  re  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  ray  God  to  mind  j 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies,  ^ 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fliadow  of  thy  wings, 

My  foul  in  fofety  keeps  5 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  iupports  my  fteps. 

PSALM     64.  '  Long  Metre.       , 
j    f^\  RE  AT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 

\JJ  Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint  j 

When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  thefnare, 

Let  my  falvation  be  thy  care, 
a  Shield  me  without  and  guard  within, 

From  treach'rous  foes  ana  deadly  fifl  5 

May  envy,  luft,  and  pride  depart, 

And  heav'nly  grr.ce  expand  my  heart. 

3  Thy  juftice  and*  thy  pow'r  difptay, 
And  fcatter  far  thy  foes  away  ; 
While  lift'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  faints  tri«mphant  blefs  the  Lord. 

4  Then  fhall  thy  church  exait  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 

And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son.  v 

Hz  PSALM 


iI2  PSALM      LXV. 

PSALM  65.    1—5.     Firji  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Public  Prayer  and  Praife. 
1  f  H'-IKE  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee, 

I      My  God  j  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  \ 

There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 

And  there  pe'rform  their  public  vows. 
1  O  thou  whofe  mercy  bends  the  Ikies 

To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray  5 

All  lands  to  thee  ihall  lift  their  eyes, 

And  ev'ry  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  ftain  : 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  walh  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bieft  is  the  man  whom  thou  malt  chufe? 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  j 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 

To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 
Pause. 

5  Let:  Babel  fear  when  Siap  prays  ; 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 
When  Sion's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror  a::d  in  righteouinefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  affiicled  famts  requeft  j 
7i.nd  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  ran 
To  Sion's  hill  and  own  their  Lcid  ; 
The  riling  and  the  fetting  fun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviours  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  65.  5—1 3.  Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Divine  Providence  in  Alry  Earth  and  Sea  j   or,  tie  God 
cf  Nature  and  Grace. 
I  rpHE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

X.     The  groans  of  Sjon  mix'd  with  tears} 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Thro'  all  the  way  his  terror  fhines.  x  Off 


PSALM      LXV.  113 

s  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 

Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 

Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 

By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 
.*  Sailors  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 

Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 

When  tempefts  rage  and  billows  roar 

At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 
a.  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  ; 

Ke  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 

When  a  tumultous  nation  raves 

Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves, 
s  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm, 

He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  5 

Mountains  eftabiifh'd  by  his  hand 

Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ftand. 
6*  Behold  his  enflgns  fweep  the  Iky, 

New  comets  blaze  and  lightnings  fly  j 

The  heathen  lands  with  fwift  furpnfe, 

From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes, 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 

'   Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  aay, 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 
o  'Tisfrom  his  wat'ry  ftores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  j 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 
10  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  j  : 
The  vallies  Ihout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

H  3  ,s  Thd 


ii4  PSALM      LXV. 

1 1  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array, 
There  Iambi  and  larger  cattle  play  j 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  j 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine ; 
Thro'  ev'ry  Tnonth  thy  gifts  appear  : 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year ! 

PSALM    65.     Firjl  Part,     Common  Metre. 
A  T  ray  er -hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

1  T)  RAISE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
£        There  mall  our  vows  b«  paid  j  \ 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 

All  flefh  fhall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thirre, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Bleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
And  works  .of  dreadful  righteoufnefs, 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  fhall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  j 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  tru  ft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 


PSALM 


PSALM      LXV.  115 

PSALM65.    Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
,».  **■*«■  «f  God  In  Air    Ear*  and  Sea  ;    or,  tfe 

Bhjfings  of  Ram. 
,rC*  I  S  bv  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ft*nd, 

I         God  of  eternal  pWr  5 
Thtfea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceaie  to  roar. 
2   Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made 
Succemve  comforts  bnng  > 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  narveft  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 
«   S-afons  and  times,  and  moons  .and  hours, 
Heav'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine  j 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  ihow  », 
The  Author  is  divine. 
a  Thofe  wandering  citterns  in  the  fey 
Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whole  wat'ry  treaiures  weU  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 
c  Thethirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear; 
Thv  ways  abound  with  oleffings  full, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM    65.    'Third  Part.    Common  Metre. 
The  Bleffings  of  the  Spring  5  or,  God  gives  Rein. 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Huibandman. 
j   /~1  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
\Jf  Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  j 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear, 
a  The  clouds  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  blefiings  from  the  iky, 
To  cheer  the  thirfty  land. 

H  4  3  The 


u6  PSALM      LXVI. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  fietd 
Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  : 
The  vailies  rich  provision  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  fmg. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fliow'rs, 
The  meadows  drefs'd  in  beauteous  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods  refrefiYd  with  rain 

Promife  a  joyful  crop; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM  6(5.    Tirft  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Governing  Povfer  and  Goodnefs ;    or,    our  Grace  tried  by 
Affliaions. 

1  QING,  all  the  nations  to  the  Lord, 
O  Sing  with  a  joyful  noife; 
With  melody  of  found  record 

His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  form'd  the  fky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
f*  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

3  [Come  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 

In  Mofes'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 

And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Ifra'l  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.  J 

5  H« 


PSALM      LXVI.  117 

e  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might : 
Will  rebel -mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war. 

6  Oh  blefs  oar  God,  and  never  ceafe  ; 

Ye  Taints,  fulfil  his  praifc  j 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff'ring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  ihine  5 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals., 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  firey  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 

By  thine  unerring  hand. 
PSALM     66.     13—22.      Second  Part. 
Praife  to  God  for  bearing  Prayer. 
1    "Ik  T  O  W  fhall  my  foiemn  vows  be  paid 
J^      To  that  Almighty  Pow'r 
That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour, 
a  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  : 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 

I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  j 
He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employ  my  tongue $ 
The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free  j 
Ncr  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 
Nor  turnM  his  heart  from  me.  1 

H  s  PSALM 


118      PSALM    LXVII,  LXVIII. 

PSALM     67.     Common  Metre. 
The  Nation's  Profperity,    and  the  Churches  Increafe, 

I   OHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Sion  mine, 
^  With  beams  of  heav'niy  grace  } 
Reveal  thy  povv'r  thro'  all  our  coafts, 
And  fhew  thy  fmiling  face. 
a  [Amidft  our  realm  exaked  high 
Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

3  When  mail  thy  name  from  more  to  more 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  j 

And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  j 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judgej 

That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made, 
And  bids  them  tafte  his  love. 

6  Earth  fhall  obey  his  high  command,    * 

And  yield  a  full  increafe : 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

His  choiceft  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's,  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM     68.     Ver.    1—6,  3?,  25.     Fir/1  Part, 

The  Vengeance  and  CompaJJlrr.  of  God, 
if     ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

X_j  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight ; 

As  imoke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  fnies 

Before  t-hc  rifing  tcmpeft  flies.  a  [H< 


PSALM      LXVIII.         119 

-   THe  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames  j 
LT uftice  and  veng'ance  arc  his  names : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  hre.  J 
,  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  Iky  ; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  or  grace ; 
Ye  faints  rejoice  before  his  face. 
a   The  widow  and"  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  lharp  diftrefs  ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helpleis  nnd 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 
,  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
3   And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  J 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his  wiU, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 
6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  venations,  in  your  fong  : 
His  wond'rou's  names  andpow  rs  rehearle, 
His  honours  mall   enrich  your  verfe. 
-  He  makes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  5 
J   How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 
In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 
8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  ble ft  j 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  relt : 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  iamt, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
P  S   A  L  M     68.     Second  Part.     Ver.ty   18. 

CkriVs  Afcenfin,  and  the  Gift  of  the  Sprit.. 
T   "I      ORD  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high,         » 
j    j  Ten  thoufand  angels  fil'd  the  fky  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait. 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate. 
2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  j 
"While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadf:'  1W, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  With  awe. 
H  6 


120        PSALM      LXVIII. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne* 
He  fent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel-men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM    68.    Third  Part.    Ver.  19,  9,  40,  21,  22. 

Praife  for   Temporal  Bleffings  ;    or,' Common  and  /fecial 
Mercies. 
1  TXTE  blefs  the  Lord,  thejuft,  the  good, 
V  V     Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food ; 
Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  fkies 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 
Z  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain 
Refreih  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  j 
But  the  wide  difFrence  that  remains, 
Is  endlefsjoy,  or  endlefs  pain3. 

£  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 

On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  mall  tread, 

The  ftubborn  finner's  hope  confound, 

And  fmite  them  with  a  lafting  wound. 
6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhall  raife 

From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  feas, 

And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above  j 

There  ihall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  lovs. 

PSALM 


PSALM      LXIX.  izi 

PSALM  69.    1 — 14.   Firfi  Vart,  Common  Metre. 
The  Sufferings  of  Cbrifi  for  our  Salvation. 
I  "  QAVE  me,  O  God,  the  f welling  floods 
1^     il  Break,  in  upon  my  foul  5 
«  I  fink  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll, 
a  "  I  cry  till  ail  my  voice  be  gone, 
"  In  tears  I  wafte  the  day  : 
"  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
t(  And  ihorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  c.aufe, 

"  And  ftill  their  number  grows 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
«*  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 
"  Which  finners  took  away. 

5  "  Thus  in  the  great  Mefliah's  name, 

"  The  royal  prophet  mourns  j 
*<  Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
"  And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  mall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

•"  Salvation  in  thy  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

7  i(<  Grief  like  a  garment  cloath'd  me  rounds 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  1  procurM  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  <«  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

"  I  like  a  ftranger  ftood, 
<«  And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 
"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came  in  finful  mortals  flead 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will: 
"  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  mj  Father's  houfe,' 
«  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal,  20  "  My 


122         PSALM      LXIX. 

10  "  My  faftings  and  my  holy  groans 

««  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fang  j 
"  But  God  from  his  celeftial  throne 
««  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 
j  I  "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
"  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
«<  Herais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well-eftablim'd  ground. 
12  "  'Twas  in  a  molt  accepted  hour, 
"  My  pray'r  arofeon  high, 
"  And  for  my  fake  my  God  mail  hear 
*«  The  dying  tinner's  cry." 

PSALM     69.     14,21,26,29,  32.    Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  PaJJion  and  Exaltation  of  Cbrijf, 

1  "\TOW  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear 
J^%j  And  mournful  pleafures  fing 
The  fufT rings  of  our  great  high-Prieft, 

The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs  j 

How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
While  to  his  heavn'ly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Here  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  j 
«  Why  mould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
"  While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duit, 

"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ;  fc 

«  Their  fliarp  infulting  flanders  add 
f<  Frefh  angui/h  to  my  pain, 

6  "All 


PSALM      LXIX.  123 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 

"  The  fcandal  and  the  mame ; 
"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
**  And  lies  denTd  my  name. 

7  "  I  lookM  for  pity,  but  in  vain  j  ■ 

"  My  kindred  are  my  grief  ; 
«  I  aik  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 

«  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 
,  "  And  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
«  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefled  foul, 

"  Let  thy  companion  fave  j 
"  And  tho1  my  flefli  fink  down  to  death, 
««  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
io  "  I  mall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown  j 
"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM     69.     Third  Part.     Common  Metre. 

CbriJFs  Obedience  and  Death;  or,  God  glorified  and  5i«- 
nersfaved, 

j   TT^ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
_|/       I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  finners  ihame. 
a  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 
FulfiFd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finiGVd  all  thy  will. 
3  His  dyiag  groans,  his  living  fongs 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 

Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood.  p 


24  PSALM      LXIX. 

4  This  /hall  his  humble  follow' re  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 

To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  feas  aflift  the  fky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife. 

6  Sion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  mall  blefs  her  gates  ; 
And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood 
For  thine  own  Ifra'l  waits. 

PSALM     69.     Firfi  Part.     Long  Metae. 
Chr\f?s  Pajfton  and  Sinners  Salvation, 

1  TPXEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
JL,/   The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord ; 
Behold  the  riling  billows  roll 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath,  , 
While  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curft  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  Welling  prove  ; 
Thole  dreadful  fuff'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes'  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  Oh  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  finner  live: 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  mall  our  hone  be  turn'd  to  mame. 


PSALM 


PSALM      LXIX,  LXX.     1.25 

S  A  L  M  69.  Ver.i>  &c.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre.. 

Cbrifi's  Sufferings  and  Zeal. 
1   TpW AS  for  our  lake,  eternal  God, 
Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 

Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgrace, 

While  ftiame  defiTd  his  facred  face. 
z  The  Jews  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 

Abus'd  the  man  that  check' d  their  fin  : 

While  he  fulfiTd  thy  holy  laws, 

They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

3  "  [My,  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  forwor/hip,  not  for  trade  j" 
Then  featuring  all  their  gold  and  hrafs, 

He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 

He  felt  and  mcurn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forfook,  his  follow'rs  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  j 
They  ourfe  him  with  a  iland'rous  tongue. 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies. ; 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  5 
There  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me. 

7  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  : 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head. 

PSALM     70.     Comn.|On  Metre. 
Protection  aga'infi  Perfonal  Enemies. 

1  T"  N  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 
X     Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall, 
And  ftill  rn,y  hope  fuftain, 

s  When 


,26         PSALM      LXXL 

2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  foul  aftray, 
Then  let  thean  fall  with  lafting  fhame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmay  j 
In  pity  haften  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM     71.     5—9«     Firft  Fart" 
The  aged  Saint's  RefliBlon  and  Hope . 

j    IV   /TY  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
\\f \      I  live  upon  thy  truth  j 
"Thine  hands  have  held  my  ohildhood  up, 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 
2  My  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r 
With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  j 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 
.  3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 
Repeated -ev'ry  year; 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4  C aft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hoary  hair  arife; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 


PSALM 


PSALM      LXXI.  127 

PSALM    7T.  15,  14,  16,  23,  2a,  24.  5"0»^  P*r<* 
Cirj^  o«r  Strength  and  Right  eoufnefs. 
5    T\.  IiY  Saviour>  my  almighty  Friend, 

IVi  when *  begin  thy  praife» 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
a.  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  $ 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firft 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  Whwi  I  am  fil'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifing  fin, 
HI  plead  thy  perfed  righteoufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicVries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeemed  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

6  [My  tongue  fhall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  flume, 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  j 

With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 
PSALM     71.     17—21.     Third  Part. 
The  aged  CbrijKan's  Prayer  and  Song;  or,  Old  Age, 

Death  and  the  RefurreFutm. 
2   f*\  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  yfcuth, 
\^~J     The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 

And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways.  2  Wilt 


28        PSALM       LXXII. 
a  Wilt  thou  Forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  lhall  fuftain  my  finking  years 

If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  rifing  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  1  mail  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  j 
Oh  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  brea'h 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

Pause. 

5  Thy  rightecufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unlearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  lpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endurd  the  grief  j 
But  when  thy  hand  has  preft  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov1  reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
fecurely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lye  buried  deep  in  duft, 

My  fleih  mall  be  thy  care  j 
Thefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

PSAL  M     72.      Flrji  Part. 
'The  Kingdom  of  Cbrlji. 

1   f^S  RE  AT  God,  whofe  univerfa!  fway 
\jjf  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

9  thy 


PSALM      LXXII.  «9 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  juftice  fhall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  Withpow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th1  oppreffor  in  the  duft  5 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  mall  laft, 

Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  part. 
4.  As  rain  on  meadows,  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  down  : 
His  grace  en  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light, 
And  deferts  bloffom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourifn  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  5 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM     72.     Second  Part, 
'     Chr'ifi'%  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1  TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J|    Does  his  fucceflive journeys  run; 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  [Eehold  the  nations  with  their  kings  5 
There  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings  ; 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  fhines  in  eaftern  gold ; 
While  weftern  empires  own  their  Lord 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

4  For  him  (hail  endlefs  prayer  be  made, 
And  endlefs  praifes  crown  his  head ; 
His  name  like  fweet  perfume  fhall  rife 

With  cv'ry  morning  facrifice.  5  Peopla 


i3o        PSALM      LXXIIL 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong  j 
And  infant-voices  ihall  proclaim 
Their  early  blellings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleflings  abound  where'er  he  reigns 
Tjje  joyful  pris'ner  burfts  his  chains  j 
The  weary  rind  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

7  [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more  j 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  bleflings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring, 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  : 
Angels  defcend  withfongs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen.] 

PSALM    73.     Firji  Part.     Common  Metre. 
ViBed  Saints    hat>py,    and  frofferous    Sinners  curjtd. 
'OW  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
To  men  of  heart  finccre, 
Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repirfd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2,  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
•*  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  well  fed  fiefh  and  haughty  eyes 
"  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep  j 

«'  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
<<  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 

«  For  I  am  chaft'ned  all  the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 
I  felt  my  heart  reprove  5 

"  Sure  1  ftwll  thus  offend  thy  faints, 

"  And  grieve  the  men  I  love."  6  But 


N' 


PSALM      LXXI1I.        131 

6  But  frill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  fevcre  ; 
'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  /ecrets  there. 

7  There  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs., 

I  faw  the  finners  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  pl^te 
Eelide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boart, 

'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell  j 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft> 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpeft  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 
10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  bypow'r  unknown  : 
That  bleffed  hand  that  broke  the  mare 
Shall  guidcme  to  thy  throne. 
PSALM    73.     23 — 28.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre, 
God  cur  Portion  here  and  hereafter, 
1    /^  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
\J[     My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm'of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 
z  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fliall  guide  my  feet 
Thro'  life's  bewild'red  race  ; 
Thine  hand  condutt  me  near  thy  feat, 
T©  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  j 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 

The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint.  5  Behold 


1 52       PSALM      LXXIII. 

5  Behold  the  finners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  favc  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  myfweet  employ; 
My  tongue  /hall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM    73.     22,    3,  6,  17 — 20.    Long  Metre. 
The  Profpenty  of  Sinners  curfed. 

1  1 '     ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 

J /  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 

To  lee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  fhine. 

2  But,  Oh  their  end,  th^ir  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  fan£tuary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  "rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again, 

There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys  how  fail  they  flee  ! 
Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain ; 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony, 

Are  but  a  preface  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  efleem  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  ray  portion  and  my  God. 

PSALM     73.     Short  Metre. 
The  Myjlery  of  Providence  unfolded* 
1    QURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
^7     Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Tho*  men  of  vice  may  boafl  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

Z  I  fav 


PSALM      LXXIII.        133 

2,  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  fhine. 

3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care, 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Thro'  all  their  life  oppreflion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  God : 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name. 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'dmy  doubts  to  rife; 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  fkies  ?"] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  trough*: 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

S  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r, 
Did  my  miftake  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  finners  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  5 
And  Oh  that  dreadful  firey  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine : 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now,         - 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine, 

i  psalm: 


,34        PSALM      LXXIV. 

PSALM     74. 

The  Church  pleading  ivlth  God  under  fore  Perfecuthn. 
1   -*  "T-  TILL  God  for  ever  caft  us  ofi'-l 
YY       His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chofen  flock? 
2,  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood  j 
Nor  let  thy  Sion  be  forgot, 
"Where  once  thy  glpfy  ftood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  haftc, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  j 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage  5 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavicft  ftroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft  ; 
Come  let  us  burn  at  once,  they  cry, 
The  temple  and  the  prieft. 

7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our"  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  gxace  are  gone. 
3  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 
But  all  in  filence  mourn  j 
N#r  know  the  times  of  our  relief 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 

Pause.  ,;.,: 
^9;  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long, 
■"*>      Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ? 

Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
a    i1     And  bare  immwrulfh:m.r  10  Canfl 


PSALM      ,LXXV.         135 

10  Canft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 

Thine  holy  name  proran  d  ? 
And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear. 
And  ftifl  withold  thine  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhown 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
'     And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wondrous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight, 
j  3  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 
The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  mine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 
14  Hath  not  thy  pow'x  form[d  ev'ry  coaft, 
And  fat  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  i'ummer's  heat  ^nd  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 
T  5   And  mall  the  ions  of  earth  and  duft 
That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand  chat  form'd  them  firft 
Avenge  thine  injur1  d  name  ? 
16  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  haft  made, 
And  all  thy  words  of  love ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  crembiing  dove. 
1  7   Our  foes  will  triumph  in  our_ blood, 
And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  ; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 

P  S  A  L'M     75.     Long  Metre. 
Pra'ife  to  God   for  the  Return   of  Peace. 
j   f"T*^0  thee,  moft  high  and  holy.  God, 

To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raifej 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad , 

Thy  wond'rous  works  demand  our  praife. 

I  a  2  ' 


136        PSALM      LXXVI. 

2  To  flav'ry  donm'd,  thy  chofen  fons 

Beheld  their  fees  triumphant  rifej 
And  fore  oppreft  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  fov'reign  of  the  fkies. 

3  'Twasthen,  great  God,  with  equal  pow'r, 

Arofe.thy  veng'ance  and  thy  grace, 

To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  fhore, 

And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand  that  formM  the  reftlefs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awiul  head, 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  retrain, 
And  defert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  blefiings  blow; 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
JTis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head  ; 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 
PSALM     76. 
Jfrael  fai'fd,  and  the  Ajfyrians  defiroyed,   or,  God's  Ven~ 
geance aga'mji  bis  Enemies pmceeas  from  his  Church, 
J    IN  judah  God  of  old  was  known  ; 
jl_     HiS  name  in  Ifrael  great  5 
In  Salem  ftood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Sion  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  j 
There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  complainta, 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Sion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  thatthreat'ningfpear ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  crufij'd  th'  Affyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 

Is  glorious  more  than  they.  5  ' Twas 


PSALM      LXXVII.         137 

5  'f  was  Sion's  king  that  ftop'd  the  breath 

Of"  Captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  fleep  fait  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ! 
Thy  veng'ance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  lland  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  femes  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  qwn  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  lave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  lhall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [Vows  to  the  Lord  and  tribute  bring, 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  : 
His  terrors  ihake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  fmite  his  armies  down. 
10  The  thunder  of  his  iharp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  mall  feel  j 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Sionftill.] 

PSALM     77-     FirJiPart. 
Melancholy  afaulting,  and  Hope  prevailing, 

1  rpO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour,  when  trouble  rofe, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  foul  refus'd  relief  j 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  griei. 

3  Still  I  complain'd  and  ftill  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  5 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

I  3  4  My 


138       PSALM      LXXVIf. 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 
'   'Till  Icoulufpeak  no  more; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  time?; 

When  I  beheld  thy  face; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  with-hold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy 'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind ; 
Kis  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  caft  me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  frill  prevail  ? 

8  /But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  5 
Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  fleih  could  hope  no  more. 
10  Grace  dwelt  with  jultice  on  the  throne  ; 
And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fancluary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  77.     Second  Part. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  Providence  ;     or,  tfrael  deli- 

vertd  from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan. 

1  "  T  TOW  awful  is  thy  chaining  rod  ! 

JlX      **  (May  thy  own  children  fay) 
"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  !  " 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 

And  learn  to  trufl  his  love.  3  He 


PSALM      LXXVIII.        139 

3  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandon'd  to  their  foes : 
Eut  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  From  flavifh  chains  he  fete  them  free 

They  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  thro'  the  fea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  ftood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  thro'  the  fea, 

Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  unknown  5 

Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 

That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 

Thro'  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  fhook. 

9  Thine  arrows  thro'  the  Ikies  were  hurl'd, 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprife  and  tremb'ling  feizM  the  world, 
And  all  his  faints  ador'd. 
10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 
And  fafe  by  Moles1  hand, 
Thro'  a  dry  defert  led  his  flock 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 

PSALM    78.     Flrjl  Pert. 
Providence   of  God  recorded;    or,    Pious  Education  and 
InjiruEiion  of  Children. 
I    T     ET  children  heir  the  mighty  deeds 

J t  Which  God  performed  of  old ; 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 

And  which  our  fathers  told.  2  He 


140      PSALM      LXXVIII, 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  j 

His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  .wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  riling  race** 

3  Our  lips  fhall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  fhall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  lecurely  (lands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

PSALM    78.     Second  Part. 
JfraeVs  Rebellion  and  Punijhment ;  or,  the  Sins  and  Chafiiji- 
ments  of  God's  People. 
1    /^\H  what  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
\^JF  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  molt  folemn  vows, 
And  to  their  maker's  grace, 
a  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  delpife, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 

From  his  avenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land. 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march'd  with  fafety  through, 
With  vvat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  fhade  and  light  ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  lhelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd  3 

The  gufhing  waters  flow'd, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 

Along  the  defert  road.  1         7  Vet 


PSALM      LXXVIII.       141 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  moft  high, 

And  dar'd  diftruft  his  hand  j 
««  Can  he  with  bread  our  hoft  fupply 
"  Amidft  this  ba»en  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  : 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepafd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM     78.     Second  Part. 
The  Funifiment  of  Luxury  and  Intemperance,  or,  Cbaf 
tifement  and  Salvation. 
,   TT  7-HEN  Ifra'l  finn'd,  the  Lord  reprov'd, 
W       And  fill'd  their  heart  with  dread  ; 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  fent  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  in  with  lib'ral  hand, 

And  made  his  treasures  known ; 
He  gave  the  mid-night  clouds  command 
To  pourprovinon  down. 

3  The  manna  like-  a  morning  mow'r 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  tho'  'twere  angels  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 

<c  Is  manna  all  our  feaft  ? 
«  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread  j 
"  We  rauft  have  fleih  to  tafte." 

5  «  Ye  fcall  have  fle/h  to  pleafe  your  tuft," 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd, 
And- fent  them  quails  like  fand  or  duft, 
Heap'd  up  on  ev'ry  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  j 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  veng'ance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  flain  the  reft  return'd, 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  3 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mouni'd, 

But  foon  forgot  their  fears.  8  Qf$ 


i42      PSALM      LXXVIII. 

S   Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftili  forgave, 
'Till  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nations  he  reiolv'd  to  fave, 
PofTelYd  the  promised  land. 

-PSALM     78.     Vcr.  32,  gfc.     Fourth  Part. 

Backjliding  and  Forgi-venefs  j  or,  Sin  punijbed  ar.d  $ah:tz 

Jai-ed. 

1  S~^\  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  IfraU  prove 
VJF  By  turns  thine  anger,  and  thy  love  ? 
There  in  agiafs  our  hearts  may  fee 

How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought] 
Then  they  provoke  hirn  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  ncr  trull  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  th?ir  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  j 
A  tedious  march  thro'  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  ftrength,  and  fpent  their  days. 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn"  J  and  fought  the  Lord  again  j 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 
As  flatt'ring  words  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  fiefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  ftill  preiaii  j 
The  God'of  Abrah'm  lov'd  them  ftill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM 


PSALM    LXXIX,  LXXX.    143 

PSALM     79.     Long  Metre. 
For  the  L'ijirefs  of  War. 
I    TOEHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes, 

jfj  Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  j 

Thy  holy  temple  ftands  dehTd, 

In  duft  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 
a  Wide  o'er  the  vallies,  drench' d  in  blood, 

Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain ; 

The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  fle/h  devour, 

And  favage  beafts  divide  the  ilain. 

3  Th'  infulting  foes,  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face  ; 

"  Where  is  your  God  of  boafted  powV, 
"  And  where  the  prornife  of  his  grace.'" 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  figh, 
And  let  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  reprieve, 
The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die. 

5  Let  thofe,  who  daridinfult  thy  reign, 
Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  lhame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
Shall  from  thy  veng'ance  learn  thy  name. 

6  So  mall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
Eternal  fongs  of  honour  r'aife, 

And  ev'ry  future  age, mail  tell, 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  pard'ning  grace. 
PSALM     So. 

The  Church's  Prayer  under  Affliction ;  or,     The  Vineyard 
of  God  ivafied. 
I    •^  RE  AT  fliepherci  of  thine  Ifrael, 

\^JT   Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  thro'  the  defert  and  the  deep : 
2.  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert  now, 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  thro'j 

Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more.  3  Great 


144        PSALM      LXXX. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heavenly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  fhall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Inftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  favM  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause      I. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoofc, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit j 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd  ; 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafle  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return  $ 

.    Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  favM  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause     2. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too; 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

Till  the  fair  Branch  of  promife  rofe. 
10  Fair  Branch,  ordainUof  old  to  fhoot 
From  David's  flock,  from  Jacob's  root; 
Himfelf  a  noble  Vine,  and  we 
The  leflbr  branches  of  the  tree ; 


11  'Tis 


PSALM      LXXXI.        I45 

XI  'Tis  thy  own  Son  ;   and  he  fhall  ftand 

Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand  j 

1  hy  tint-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleft 

"With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 
la  Oh!  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 

Shine  on  thy  churches  left  chey  die  : 

Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  iav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

PSALM     81.     i,  S — 16. 

¥be  Warning  of  God  to  bis  Fecpte;  or,  Spiritual  Bkjfwgs 
and  Punijhments. 
I   QING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
O     -And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  j 
Let  Itra'l  hear  his  voice. 
a  "  From  idols  falfe  and  vain, 
"  Pref'erve  my  rites  divine ; 
*c  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
««  Ofilav'ryandoffin. 

3  «*  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad,  n 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well ; 
°  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
"If  Ilra'l  will  rebel: 

4  "  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 
««  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  «  Yet  Oh!  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 

"  I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
«  And  they  fhall  tafte  the  ftream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  Rock,'* 

K>  PSALM 


i46    PSALM     LXXXII,  LXXXIII. 

PSALM     82. 
God  the  fupr erne  Governor  j  or,  Magijirates  warned. 
1      \  MONG  th'  afiemblies  of  the  great 

J\^  A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat  j 

The  God  of  heav'n  as  Judge  furveys 

Thofe  gods  on  earth  and  all  their  ways, 
a  'Why  will  ye  frame  oppreflive  laws  ? 

Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ! 

When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 

That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know ; 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  j 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  fhall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poflefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM     83. 

A  Complaint  again/}  Perfecutors. 

j      A  ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
J\^     Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  Juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  veng'ance  fleep  1 
2,  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  (pread  ; 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee, 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice  with  her  watchful  eye 
Purfues  them  to  dertroy. 

4  «  Gome  let  us  join,  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
«  Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 

f*  Nor  mem'ry  fhall  be  found.'*  5  Awake, 


PSALM    LXXXIV.         147 

5  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  j 
Give  them  like  forefts  to  the  fire, 
Orftubble  to  the  wind. 

6  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name  ; 
Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

7  Then  fhall  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious,  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord* 

PSALM     84.     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre, 
The  Pleafure  of  Public  Worjhip. 

i    TJT°W  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
X~X    O  Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints. 

z  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  j 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  mould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee. 

3  The  fparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft  ; 
But  Will  my  God  to  fp arrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Bleft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  iky  j 
Thy  brighteft  glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Bleft  are' the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  j 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praife. 

K  1  6  Bleft 


148      PSALM      LXXXIV. 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Sion's  gate  j 

God  is  their  ftrength  j   and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  up©n  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
Till  all  ftistll  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  j 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worfliip  there. 
PSALM     84.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
God  and  his  Church  ;   or,  Grace  and  Glory, 

1  •""I  RE  AT  God  attend  while  Sion  fings 
VjT  The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  j 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,   O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  j 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  allth'  afTaults  of  hell  anci  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  "too  : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  with-holds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway^ 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obey, 

The  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Bleft  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 

PSALM     84.     Ver.  1,  a,   3,   10. 
Paraphras'd  in  Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  Ordinances  of  IVotjhip ;  or,  God  pfffent  1*  I 
Churches. 
I    TV   /f*Y  Soul  how  lovely  is  the  place 
IVl      To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
*Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 

Tho'1  in  his  earthly  court;.  a  The- 


PSALM      LXXXIV.       149 

2  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  fkies 

His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 

Defcends  and  rills  the  place, 
While  Chriil  reveals  his,wond'rous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will : 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes  ftill. 

Pause. 

5  My  heart  ?nd  fern  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode ; 
Whenihalll  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 

And  fuffers  no  remove} 
Oh  make  me  like  the  fparrows,  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  1  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
'Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

S  Lord  at  thy  threfhold  I  would  wait, 
While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate 
Among  the  tents  of  fin. 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

K  3  PSALM 


l5o      PSALM      LXXXIV. 

PSALM     84.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

Longing  for  the  Houfe  of  God, 
ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 


L 


How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  j 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  afpires 

With  warm  defires 

To  fee  my  God. 

2  The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft  j 

My  fpirit  faints 
With  equal  zeal 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hearj 
O  happy  men  that  p'ay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 

They  praife  thee  ftill  j 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Sion's  hill. 

4,  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 
Thro'  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  j 

O  glorious  feat 

When  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet ! 
5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thoufand  days  befide :  Where 


PSALM      LXXXV.        15c 

Where  God  reforts, 

I  love  it  more 

To  keep  the  door 

Than  Ihine  in  courts. 
€  God  is  our  fun  and  ihield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd  j 
We  draw  our  bleflings  thence ; 

He  fhall  beftow 

On  Jacob's  race 

Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too, 
7  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 
His  hand  no  good  with-holds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  hofts? 

Whofe  fpirit  trufts 

Alone  in  thee. 
PSALM     85.     Ver.  1—8.     Firji  Part. 
Waiting  for  an  Anfiver  to  Prayer  ;  or,  Deliverance  begun 
and  compleated. 

1  T     ORD,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 

L/  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  : 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifra'l  finn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 

1       And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  compleat. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word, 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 

Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

K  4  PSALM 


i52     PSALM    LXXXV,  LXXXVI. 

PSALM     85.     Ver.  9,  Sec.     Second  Part. 
Salvation  by  Cbrijl. 

I   QALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

£j  The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  j 

And  grace  defcending  from  on  high 

Frefh  hopes  of  glory  fhall  afford, 
a  Mercy  and  truth  on  all  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n  j 

By  his  obedience  fo  compleat 

Juftice  is  pleas'd  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  fhall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground     . 
In  our  redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  j 

Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fleps  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM     86.     8—13. 
A  general  Song  of  Pra'ife  to  God. 
I       A   MONG  the  princes  earthly  gods, . 
X"jL  There's  none  hath  .pow'r  divine  j 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 
Z  The  nations  thou  haft  made  fhall  bring 
Their  off'rings  round  thy  throne  j 
For  thou  alone  doft  wond'rous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet, 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 

Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell.  PSALM 


PSALM  LXXX VII,  LXXXVIII.    1 53 

PSALM    87.    Long  Metre. 
The  Church  the  Birth  Place  of  the  Saint s-;  or,  Jews  and 
Gentiles  united  in  the  Chrijlian  Church* 
1    /""^l  OD  in  his  earrhly  temple  lays 
VJT  Foundation  for  his  heav'nly  praife  j 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ftill  in  Sion  loves  to  dwell. 
z  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  j 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  in  Sion  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know, 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  a-new  : 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  and  nourifh'd  there. 

P  S  A  L  M    88.     As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 
Lofs  of  Friends,  and  Abfence  of  Divine  Grace, 
J  ^\  God  of  my  falvation,  hear 

\^P  My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  pray'r, 

That  ftill  employ  my  wafting  breath  j 
My  foul  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  fov'reign  Pow'r  to  fave 
From  dark  defpair  and  lafting  death. 
2  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  forrows  o'er  me  roll, 

While  duft  and  filence  fpread  the  gloom  : 
My  friends,  belov'd  in  happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 
Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

K  5  3  As, 


IS4       PSALM      LXXXIX. 

3  As,  loft  in  lonely  grief,  I  tread 
The  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  fome  throng'd  aflembly  go  j 
Thro'  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
"While,  here  forgot  and  there  unknown, 

The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 

4  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call ! 
Or  who  mall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  duft  and  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heav'nly  quires  ? 

5  Yet  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 

I've  pray'd  to  thee,  and  ftill  will  pray, 

Imploring  ftill  thy  kind  return  ■ 
But  oh  !   my  friends,  my  comforts  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wand'ring  thoughts  to  mourn. 

PSALM     89.     Fir/l  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Covenant  made  with  Ckriji  ;  or,  the  true  David* 

1  TT^OREVER  (hall  my  fong  record 
JP     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  j 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  ftand 

Like  heav'n  eftablilh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware  and  faid, 

"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made  s 
"  In  thee  (hall  dying  finners  live  ; 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,    thou  my  Prieft  j 
"  Thy  children  (hall  be  ever  bleft  ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  thy  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  <{  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

"  Celeftial  pow'rs  thy  fubjects  are, 

V  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  •  DaviJ, 


PSALM      LXXXIX.        155 

5  t(  David,  my  fervant,  whoml  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufli  my  foes  ; 
w  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifli  throne, 
tl  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Son." 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  ling 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  : 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  fliow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 

PSALM     89.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metre. 

The  Faithfulnefs  of  God. 
I   TV    Ft  Y  never-ceafing  fong  (hall  fhow 
J^yJL     The  mercies  of  the  Lord  j 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word* 
2.  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  j 
s  And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jewifli  throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  feed  for  ever  ihall  pofTefs  -= 

A  throne  above  the  fkies ; 
The  meaneft  fubjects  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hofts,  thy  wond'rous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above  : 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM     89.     7v^&c.     Second  Part. 
The  Power  and  Majejiy  of  God  j  or,  Reverential  Worjbip. 

I  "\XZ^**  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 
V  V       And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

^6  2  How 


156        PSALM      LXXXIX. 

a  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  chine  armies  fhine ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  Northern  pole  and  Southern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  Ealt  to  Weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll,       * 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,   and  air,   and  fea  are  thine. 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell  ; 
They  faw  thine  arm  in  veng'ance  mine 
.   When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wond'rous  Is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM     89.     1 5,  &c.     Third  Part, 
A  Bleffid  Go/pel. 

1  "D  LEST  are  the  fouJs  who  hear  and  know 
_D     The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 

Peace  mall  attend  the  path  they  go 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

2  Their  joy  mall  bear  their  fpirits  up 

Thro*  their  Redeemer's  name  j 

His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope 

And  fills  their  foes  with  mame. 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence 

Strength  and  falvation  gives : 
Ifra'l,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


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PSALM      LXXXIX.        157 

P  SVA  L  M     89.     19,  &c     Fourth  Part, 
Cbrifts  mediatorial  Kingdom  ;    or,  His  divine  and  human 
Nature. 
I   T  TEAR  what  the  Lord  in  virion  faid, 
XJL     And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son." 
3.  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race  : 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 

3  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

My  people's  better  King  } 
My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  ftill  new  fubjects  bring. 

4  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way 

With  mercy  hy  his  fide  j 
While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 
He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  fhall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

6  My  firft-born  Son  array'd  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit, 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 
7  My  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  faft, 
My  promifes  are  ftrong ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fhall  laft, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 
PSALM    89.     30,  &c.     Fifth  Part, 
tfbe    Covenant  of  Grace  unchangeable  j    or,    AffliBion 
•without  Rejetlion. 
I   TTET  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
JL        The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 

And  tempt  mine  anger  down  j  a  Their 


I58        PSALM      LXXXIX, 

a  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 
And  make  their  folly  fmartj 
But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  mall  bind, 

4  Once  have  J  fworn,   (I  need  no  more) 

And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife 

And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
Long  as  he- travels  round  the  fkies 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

His  kingdom  mail  endure, 
Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  made  and  light 
Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM    89.    47,  &c.    Sixth  Part,     Long  Metre, 
Morality    and    Hope. 

A  Funeral  PfaUp, 
E  MEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  our  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death, 
a  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefli  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Muff  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ! 
'*  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ?" 
3  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 
Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  ! 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 

4  That 


R 


PSALM    LXXXIX,  XC.      159 

4.  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word: 
Awake,  our  fouls,   and  blefs  the  Lord. 
PSALM     89.     Ver.  47,  &c.     Laji  Part.. 
As  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm. 
Lifey  Deathy  and  the  RefurreBlon. 
j  rX^HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpan ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  Death 
With  Mil  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 
3  Lord,  mall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 
"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  duft  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefsto  thejufl  ? 
3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  fon, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  j 
For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  find  a  refurreclion  there. 
4.  For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil',  reproach  and  pain  j 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 
'    And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

PSALM    90.     Long  Metre. 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 
A  mournful  Song    at  a  Funeral. 
I  rr^HRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid.  %  Long 


160  PSALM      XC. 

z  Long  hacTft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  fa/hion'd  to  a  man  ; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  /hall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  wasjuft, 
"  Return,  ye  fmners,  to  your  duft." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account  j 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night. 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away  j  our  life's  a  dream; 
An  empty  tale  j  a  morning  fiow'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour.] 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet  j 

How  ihort  the  time  !  how  frail  the  ftatc  • 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh,  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  Oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead.  J 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  j 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  tire  fpan, 
'Till  a*  wife  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM    90.    1—5.    Firjt  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Man  f rally  and  God  eternal, 
I   f^\^R-  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
V^/     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 
And  our  eternal  home, 

a  Beneath 


PSALM      XC.  161 

a  Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  j 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 

From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 

To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  duft, 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  j 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cures, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away  j  yy 

They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 
S  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand 

Pleas  M  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 

Lie  with' ring  ere  'tis  night.] 
9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM  XC.  8,  xi,  2,  io,  12.  Second? art.  Com.Metre, 
Infirmities  and  Mortality  the  Effetf  of  Sin  ;  or,  Lift,  Old 
Age,  and  Preparation  for  Death. 
I    1       O  R  D,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
1    J     And  juftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 

And  bums  beyond  our  fear,  i  2  Thine 


i6z  PSALM      XC. 

a  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft  j 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  j 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  [Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.  J 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
Oh  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  acl  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 
PSALM  90.  Ver.  13,  &c.  Third  Part.  Common  Metre, 
Breathing  after  Heaven, 
1   TJ  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  5 
XX.     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  : 
How  long  fhall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 
a  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafc, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  mow, 
Make  thy  own  work  compleat ; 
Then  Ihall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know. 

And  own  thy  love  was  great.  4  Then 


PSALM     XC,  XCI.        163 

4  Then  fhall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

PSALM     90.     Ver.  5,  10,  12.     Short  Metre. 

The  Frailty  and  Sbortnefs  of  Life, 
j   "1 '     ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
1    /     Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And  ev*ry  month  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  duft, 

3  Our  moments  fly  apaceA 

Our  feeble  pow>s  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea ; 
Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  bleft  eternity. 

•PSALM     9r.     1—7.     Firji  Pan. 
Safety  in  Public  Difeafes  and  Dangers. 

1  T  TE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
XX   Shall  find  a  moft  fecure  abode  j 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fliade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  "  my  God,  thy  pow'r 
"  Shall  be  my  fertrefs  and  my  tow'r} 
**  I  that  am  formed  of  feeble  duft 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrle© 


164  PSALM      X.CI. 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare  j 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  fhall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpirc 
To  dart  a  peftilential  firej 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  made. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifra'l  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 

Grows  pure,  if  JfraTl  God  be  there. 


r  a   u  s  E 

7  What  tho'  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thoufand  dy'd, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pad  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiflion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bleft. 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire  j 
From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 


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PSALM      XCI.  165 

PSALM     91..  9—16.     Second  Part. 

Protetlkn  from   Death,    Guard   of  Ar.gehy    Viclory  and 

Deliverance, 

1  "XT"E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

j[        Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  mail  enter  where  you  dwell  j 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  j 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hand  mall  bear  you  left  you  fall 

And  dam  againft  the  ftones  $ 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  lent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  mail  tread ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat : 
He  that  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  '*  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave  them,  faith  the  Lord  j 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above, 
"  Deftruction  and  the  fword. 

7  "  My  grace  mall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

**  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh: 
'*  My  pow'r  mail  help  them  when  they  fall, 

"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 
%  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

"  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  j 
"There  my  falvation  mail  be  mown, 

**  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

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166         PSALM      XCIL 

PSALM     92.     Flrji  Part, 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Lord's  Day, 

1  QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
1^  To  praife  thy  name  give  thanks  and  fing, 
To  (hew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  ihall  feizemy  breaft, 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 

.  3  My  heart  (hall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works  and  blefs  his  word, 
Thy  works  of  gface  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  : 
Like  grafs  they  flourifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Blafts  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  mall  fhare  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  freih  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worft  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
My  inward  foes  mall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee  and  hear  and  know 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wifti'd  below  ; 
And  ev'ry  power  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM     92.     Ver.  iz,  &c.     Second  Part. 

The  Church  is  the  Garden  of  God. 

I    1 '     ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
J| /  In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand  $ 


Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  cedar  frefh.  and  green. 


2  There 


PSALM      XCIII.  167 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bleft  with  thine  influence  from  above  j 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  light  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  mall  ever  live  j 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourim  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  ihew, 
The  Lord  is  holy  juft  and  true  j 
None  that  attend  his  gates  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM  93.  Firft  Metre.  As  the  100th  Pfalm. 
The  Eternal  and  the  Sovereign  God. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns  j  he  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might ; 
The  world  created  by  his  hands 

Still  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  Ikies; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  fhall  thy  throne  endure  j 
Thy  promife  ftands  for  ever  fure  j 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  93.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  100th  Pfalm. 

2  rT^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high; 
X  '   His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty  j 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word  and  'ftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 
Long  ftood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation,     z  God 


!68         PSALM      XCIII. 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King;  Thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  ; 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  fkies ; 
Foaming  at  heav'n  they  rage  with  wild  commotion  ; 
But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefts  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods  be  ftill, 
And  the  mad  world  fubmiflive  to  his  will : 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  muft  ever  ftand  : 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  ; 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  93.    Third  Metre.   As  the  old  I22d  Pfalm. 

1  HpHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

_|_        And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  j 
Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  i'ecurely  ftands, 
And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  j 

Thy  throne  was  fixt  on  high 

Ere  ftars  adorn'd  the  fky  : 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dafh  like  waves  againft  the  fhore. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  pow'r  engage, 
Let  fwelling  tides  afTault  the  fky } 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down; 
Thv  throne  for  ever  fiaads  ©a  high,. 

sTty 


PSALM      XCIV.  169 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fk'd  thy  church  mall  ne'er  remove  j 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  ring  thine  everlafting  love. 

[Repeat  the  fourth  Stanza  to  czmpkat  the  Tune, 

PSALM     94*      1,  2,  7—14.     Tirfi  Part. 

Saints  cbajiifedy  and  Sinners  defrayed-,    or,    Injiruaive 
Affi\Ftions, 

1  f~\  God  !   to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
\^J      Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 

Let  juftice  finite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  «  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  j" 

When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  mall  feel  his  pow'r  : 
His  wrath  mall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  fome  furpriiing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  j 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  "his  duty  draw  5 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  .forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  5 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 

&  PSAXM 


i7o       PSALM    XCIV,  XCV. 

PSALM    94.    Ver.  16—23.     Second  Part. 

God  our  Support  and  Comfort ;  or,  Deliverance  from  Temp « 

tation  and  Pcrfecution. 

1  "\X7^^  W1^  ar'k an(*  p^eac^  my  rJ8nt 

V  V       Againft  my  num'rous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 
a  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  Alas !  my  Aiding  feet !  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up ; 
Thy  grace  ftood  conftant  by  my  fide, 
And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

•    And  frame  pernicious  laws ; 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  fkies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  (hall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM    95.     Common  Metr«. 
A  Pfalm  before  Prayer. 

1  OING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
^     And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  Pfalms  of  honour  fing  ; 
The  Lords  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 

The  whole  creation's  King*  3  Let 


PSALM      XCV.  171 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 

Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 

When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ;• 
He  flx'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muft  ftand. 

5  Come  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  j 
Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  j 
Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wrath  and  fwear, 
«  Ye  fliall  not  fee  my  reft.'* 

PSALM     95.     Short  Metre. 
A  Pfplm  before  Sermon, 

1  /"^OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
V^i     And  hymns  of  glory  fing : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 

The  univerfal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own. 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own-; 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

L  2  <  But 


i72  PSALM      XCV. 

£  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard  like  fbubborojews, 
That  unbelieving  race: 
6  The  Lord  in  veng'ance  dreft 

Will  lift  his  hand,,  and  fwear, 
*'  You  that  defpife  ray  promis'd  reft, 
<(  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

PSALM   95.    1,2,3,6, — 11.     LongMetre. 
Canaan  loft  through  Unbelief;   or,  a  Warning  to  delaying 
Sinners, 
J    A~"10ME  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
\^jl  A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praife : 
God  is  a  fov'reign  King;   rehearfe 
His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 
a  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word, 
He  is  our  Shepherd;  we  the  flieep 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep.. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  heart  renew 
The  fins  arid  plagues  that  Ifra'l  knew. 

4  Ifra'l,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace 
Yet  tempt  their  maker  to  his  face  j 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,   "  How  falfe  they  prove  ! 
"  Forget  my''  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  ; 

**  Since  they  defiis'd  my  reft,'  I  fwear, 
"  Their  feet  (hall  never  enter  there." 

6  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead; 
Attend  the  offefd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lofe  the  bleffings  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Sion's  heav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe  and  take  the  promis'd  reft  ; 

Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blefi.]  PSALM 


PSA  L'M     XCVI,  XCVII.       1 73 

PSALM  96.    2,  10,  &c.  Common  Metre. 
Cbrljl"  s  jirjl  andjecond  Coming, 

1  QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 

0  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  j 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 

A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son j 
His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains* 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feenj 
Let  cities  foine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  fldes 

His  glorious  train  difplay ; 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God ; 
To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  His  voice  mail  raife  the  flumb'ring  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near  j 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  fee  their  judge  appear! 

PSALM    97.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
The  God  of  the  Genti/es, 

1  I '    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 

1  4  To  fing  the  choicer!:  pfalm  of  praife, 
To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name : 

His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhow, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

L  3  s  The 


174         P    S    A   L    m      XCVIL 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,   Lord,  .  . 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known  : 
Nor  Ihall  our  worfhip  e'er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made ; 

Our  maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light : 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come  the  great  day  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  mall  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  mail  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM     97.  ;  1—5.     Flrji  Part. 

Chr'ifi   reigning  'in  'Heaven,  and  coming  to  "Judgment. 

1    TJE  reigns  j  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
X~l   Praife  him  in  evengelic  ftrains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  Jflands  join  their  voice. 

a  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  j 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furround  : 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs  } 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  leas  retire. 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay, 

Ply  from  the  fight  and  fhun  the  day  5 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


PSALM 


PSALM      XCVII.         175 

PSALM     97.     6—9.     Second  Part, 
Chr'iji^s  Incarnation, 

1  f  |"*HE  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heav'ns  proclaim 

His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  j 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

a  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fkies, 

Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  : 

Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 

Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 
3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  :. 

But  Sion  mall  his  glories  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  king. 

PSALM     97.     Third  Part* 

Grace  and  Glory, 

3  fT^H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 
£_     O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  j 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fhamej 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,   and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  mall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4.  R.ejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  $ 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs, 

PSALM 


i76      PSALM     XCVII,  XCVIII. 

P  S  A  L  M  97.    3,  5—7,  xi.    Common  Metre. 

Cbriji's  Incarnation  and  the  lafi  Judgment, 
I    T     ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea 
I    /     Rejoice,   the  Saviour  reigns  : 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

%  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  j 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  finner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim,  j 

The  idol-gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worfliippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adorning  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known ; 
Thus  mall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  fhall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  haryeft  bear. 

PSALM    98.    FirJiPart. 
Praife  for  tht  GofpeL 
I  fTP*0  our  almighty  maker,  God, 
X       New  honours  be  addrefsM  j 
His  great  falvation  fhines  abroad  j 
And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 
a  To  Abrah'm  firft  he  fpoke  the  word, 
And  taught  his  num'rous  racej 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reign  Lord,, 

And  learn  to  truft  his  grace.  3  Let 


PSALM     XCVIII,  XCIX.      177 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  diff'rent  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM    9$.     Second  Part. 
Ibe  Mejjiah\  Coming  and  Kingdom* 

I    T  O  Y  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come,. 
J      Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

a  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ ; 
While-  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains^ 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infefc  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleflings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM       99.       Firfi    Part* 
ChrijVs  Kingdom  and  Majejiy, 

1  t  A  A  H  E  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

\.       Let  all  the  nations  fear  j 

Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne,, 

And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  $ 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  fiand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Sion  ftands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine  ; 
His  church  mall  make  his  wonders  known, 

For  there  his  glories  mine.  4  Horn 


i78        PSALM      XCIX,  C. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM     99.     Second  Part. 

A  holy  God  ivorjhipped  iv'itb  Reverence,, 

1  T?  X  A  LT  the  Lord  our  God, 
Ml  [*     And  worfhip  at  his  feet  j 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 

And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifra,l  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  j 
And  oft  he  made  his  veng'ance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame  ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM    100.     Firft  Metre.     A  plain  TranJlation< 
Praife  to  our  Creator, 

1  TT  E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

X      Before  the  Lord,  your  fov' reign  King  j 
Serve  h!m  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  j  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life  and  breath,  and  being  give : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  j 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair} 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there  4  The 


PSALM      C,  CI.         w 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  furej 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  mall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM    ioo.    Second  Metre.     A  Parapbrafe, 
I    TJEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Jj  ^e  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  . 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  j 

He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 
a  His  fov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  j 

And  when  like  wandVing  fheep  we  ftray'd> 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
"What  lafting  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 
High  as  the  heav'n,  ou<-  voices  raife  : 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

PSALM     ioi.     Long  Metre. 
The  Magiftrate's  Pfalfn. 

1  "11  ^"ERC  Y  and  judgment:  are  my  fong, 
.XVJL   And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 
I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 


Let 


§fy,  PSALM      CI. 

'  3  Let  wifdom  all  my  a&ions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  : 
No  wicked  thing  mail  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  ftrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  : 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  doors  mall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [I'll  fearch  the  land  and  raife  the  juft 
To  pofts  of  honour,  wealth  and  truft  t 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ftill.J 

6  In  vain  mall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  j 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  j 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  mall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM     ioi.     Common  Metre. 
A  Pf aim  for  a  Mafter  of  a  Family* 
I   f~\  F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 

V^/     And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ;  , 

Thy  grace  and  juftice  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 
a  Now  to  mytent,  O  God,  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife  j 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  mall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong 

By  fal/hood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  flandVous  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  him  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  j 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  mail  truft, 

The  fervants  I'll  employ.  r  The 


PSALM       CII.  i8i 

The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit 

I'll  not  endure  a  night ; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 

And  banifh  from  my  fight. 
1*11  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 


PSALM     102;     I— 13,  20,21.     FirftParU 

A  Prayer  of  the  Affl'iBed. 

2    T  YEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
XI      But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  finners  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 

Diflblving  in  the  airj 
My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag  like  with'ring  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceflive  heat : 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top, 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
1  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beafts  of  midnight  howl ; 
Where  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, . 
And  where  the  fcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  diftnal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft  j 
While  fliafjO  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give;  my  fpirit  reft.. 

M  m  Mj 

# 


l82  PSALM      CIL 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft : 
My  daily  bread  lika  afhes  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tarte. 
15  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 
9  My  looks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  ; 
And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning-fhadows  are, 
That  vaniih  into  night. 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ; 
Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fhew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

12  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

Andjby  myfterious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners,  doomM  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM     102.     iv— 21.     Second  Part. 
Prayer  heard,  and  Sion  rejlored. 

1  T     ET  Sion,  and  her  fons  rejoice  J 

\t  y     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  f  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  duft  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes; 
Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

And  ftand  in  glory  there; 
Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  name, 
i    And  kJujgs  attend  with  fear.  4  Hc 


PSALM       CII.  183 

4  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  prifoners'  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhan't  be  faid,  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record  j 
That  ages  yet  unborn  my  read, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM     102.     23—28.     Third  Part. 

Man's  Mortality,    and  Chrifts  Eternity  j  or,  Saints  die, 
but  Chr'ifi  and  the  Church  live. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

X     Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race  ; 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
Arreft  us  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  j 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  muft  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief 

This  thought  our  forrow  ihail  aiTuage  j 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  j 
"  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  ev'ry  age.'* 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundations  laid  ; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  j 
The  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade  3 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky 

Like  garments  ihall  be  laid  afide : 
But  ftill  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  j 
Thy  church  for  ever  muft  abide. 

M  2  6  Before 


84  PSALM       CIII. 

6  Eeforc  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
^This  dying  world  fliall  they  furvivc, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  103.  1—7.  Firfl  Part,  Long  Metre. 
BhJJing  God  for  bis  Goodnefs  to  Soul  and  Body, 

1  T}LESS,  O  my  foul,  die  living  God, 
J3  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worfhip  (o  divine. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace; 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife  ; 
Why  mould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  lilence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes,  which  thou  haft  done ; 
He  own§  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels  ; 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  lives  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  power  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  rills  our  ftore  with  evVy  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th1  opprefior  and  the  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft  j 
But  will  hisjuftice  more  difplay 

In  thelaft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  power  h'i  fhew'd  by  Motes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifra'l  his  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 

To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhall  join 

In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine.  PSALM 


PSALM       CIII.  18 


PSALM  103.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

GoiTs  gentle  CbaJiJfetnent  j     or.    His   tender  Mercy  to  bis 
People. 
1   f  g'^HE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  ? 
X     How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace  ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2.  Not- half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  riling  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  How  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  ; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  cempaflion  fhines  5 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  : 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft  j 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  bellows. 

S  He  knevvs  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Elafted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies ; 
Like  grafs  we  fpring  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 

M  3  9  But 


iS6  PSALM      CIII. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  /hall  endure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  /hall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM  103.   1—7.  Firjl  Part.  Short  Metre* 

Praife  for  Spiritual  and  Temporal  Mercies* 
I    /^VH  Blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 
V_^      Let  ail  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whole,  favours  are  divine. 
z  Oh  blefs  the  Lord  my  foul  j 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs  5 
And  without  piaifes  die 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

"Pis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Ti»he  that  heals  thy  ficknefles, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  Ke  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  } 
He  that  redeemM  my  foul  from  hell 
Flath  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft  $ 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft. 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moles  known  j 
But  fentthe  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM    103.    8 — 18.    Second  Part.    Short  Metre. 

Abounding  Ccmpajfion  of  God  j  or,  Mercy  in  the  Midji  of 
"Judgment. 
X    T%    .^Y  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 

X\\JL     Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  j 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 

So  ready  to  abate.  2.  God 


PSALM      CIII.  187 

Z  God  will  not  always  chide ; 

And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftiokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thole  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath : 
His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 
Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ! 
If  one  {harp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour, 

S  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

PSALM  103.    19 — 22.    Third  Part.  Short  Metre. 

God's  universal  Dominion  j  or,  Angeh  fra'ife  the  Lord. 

I   rT^HE  Lord  the  fov'reignKing, 

Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  ail  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  Iky. 

M  4  2  Ye 


188  PSALM       CIV. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,   whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works, 

Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom,  fhew 
Their  maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM     104. 
The  Glory   of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  \  TV  /FY  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  j 
uLVJL  When  cloth'd  in  his  celeftialrays, 
He  in  full  majeiry  appears, 

And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 
Note,  This  Pfa/m  may  be  Jung  to  the  Tune  of  the  old  1 12th 
or  izjth  Pfalm,  by  adding  thefe  two  Lines   to   every 
Stanza,  (viz.) 

Great  is  the  Lord  ;  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ? 

[Otberivife  it  muji  be  Jung  as  the  100th  Pfa/m.} 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  j 
Clouds  are  his  chariot  when  he  flies 
On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  fkies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters,  are  flaming  fires  j 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  veng'ance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  fhall  for  ever  ftand  : 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 

teft  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again.  5  When 


PSALM       CIV,  1S9 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
Kc  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  j 
Yet  thence  convey'd  by  iecret  veins, 

They  Ipring  en  hills,,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bidt  the  cryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go  ; 
There  gentle  herds  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  affes  bray. 

S  From  pleafant  trees  which  fhade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praiie. 
Pause     Firft. 
9   God  from  his  cloudy  ciftern  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  ihowers  : 
The  grove,  the  garden,   and  the  nelda 
\     A  tho u fan d  joyful  blefiings  yield* 

30  Ke  makes  the  graffy  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattie  large  fupplies  5 
With  herbs  for  man  of  various  power, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

31  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleafing  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

32  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  ftores  with  bread  j 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  impart, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 

Pause     Second. 

33  Behold  the  ftately  cedar  Hands 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands  j 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefls  fecure  on  high, 

M   5  14  Ta 


1 9o  PSALM       CIV. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat} 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell ; 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  j 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beafts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  afk  their  meat  from  God  j 
But  when  the  morning-beams  arife, 
The  favage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  5 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

lS  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  How  great  thy  ikill! 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill : 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  ipacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fiih  In  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wond'rous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  fliips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flock's  of  fcaly  monfters  play  j 
The  huge  Leviathan  refides, 

And  feariefs  fports  amid  the  tides. 
Pause     Third. 

■21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftand^, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

23  While  eseh  receives  his  different  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  diff  'rent  forms. 


PSALM      CV.  191 

23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
And  dying  to  their  duft  return  ; 
Both  man  and  beau:  their  fouls  refign  : 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breath  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  j 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight: 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  ftands  trembling  atthy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  j 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wiflies  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet  $ 

*  Thy  praifes  fhall  my  breath  employ 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

PSALM     105.  ,    Abridged. 
God's  ConduB  of '  Ifrael,    and  tie  Plagues  of  Egypt. 

1  f~*\  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
\J      And  tell  the  world  his  grace ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  paft, 

To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  mall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abra'am  and  his  feed. 

And  made  the  b  letting  fure  : 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 

And  find  his  truth  endure:,  4  "  Thy 


i?z  PSALM       CV. 

4  "  Thy  feed  ihall  make  all  nations  bleft, 

11  (Said  the  Almighty  voice) 
'«  And  Canaan's  land  mall  be  their  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  [How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  I 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  1 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 

Securely  they  remov'd  : 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown'd 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong  : 
"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  hano 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong." 

8  Then  let  the  ivorld  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 

Jfra^l  mufi  live  through  ev'ry  age. 

And  be  th'  Almighty'' s  care. 

Pause     Firft. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  fainta, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Moles  was  fent  at  their  complaints, 

Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 
io  He  call'd  for  darknefs :   darknefs  came 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  ftreara 

To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 

11  He  gave  the  ngn,  and  noifome  flies 

Thro'  the  whole  country  fpread  j 
And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Thro'  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces 

The  tenfold  veng'ance  flew; 
Locufts  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees, 

And  hail  their  cattle  ilew.  ,3  jhcn 


PSALM       CV.  193 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  mid-night  ftroke 

The  flower  of  Egypt  dy'd  ; 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  brckc, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  Noiv  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  j 

Jfra'l  muji  live  thro''  erfry  age, 

And  be  th"  Almighty's  care. 

Pause     Second. 

1 5  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed* 

And  left  the  hated  ground  j 
Rich  with  Egyptian  lpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

5 6  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night, 
j  7  Theyfhirft;   and  waters  from  the  rock 
In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  ftill  the  courfe  they  took 
Ran  all  the  defertthrough. 

1 S  O  wond'rous  ftream  !  O  blefled  type        4 
Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 

Thechofen  tribes  pofieft 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

20  Then  let  the  ivorld  forbear  its  rage, 

The  church  renounce  her  fear  j 
Jfra'l  muft  live  thro''  ev'ry  agey 
Ar.d  bcth1  Almighty'' s  care. 

PSALM 


194  PSALM       CVI. 

PSALM      106.      1—5.      Fir/}  Part. 

Praifc  to  God;   or,  Communication  •with  Saints. 
1  rT^O  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blerr, 
X      Let  longs  or"  honour  be  addreft  } 

His  mercy  firm  for  ever  ftands  ; 

Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 
2,  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 

Who  mall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 

Eleft  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftilt, 

And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  tlfy  grace. 

4  Oh  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice j 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  to6.  Second  Part.  Ver.  7,  3,  12,14,43 — 48. 
Jjrael punijhed  and pardoned ;  or,  God,s  unchangeable  Love. 
I    /^l  OD  of  eternal  love, 

vJF  .    How  fickle  are  our  ways! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  lfra'l  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 
a  They  law  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  lung  ; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
I  And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe,  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 
Now  with  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  fault;, 

He  harken'd  to  their  groans ; 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 

And  cali'd  them  ftill  his  fons.  c  Their 


PSALM      CVII.  195 

e  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes ; 
Oft  hechaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 
6  Let  Ifra'l  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  love  their  ancient  race  j 
And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word, 
Amen  to  all  thepraife. 

PSALM      107.     FirfiPart. 
Jfrael  led  to  Canaan*  and  Cbrlftlam  to  Heaven. 

1  f^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns,  above, 
\Jf  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  : 
His  mercy  ages  pafr.  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  cpme  fhall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifra'l,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  [When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trae'd  the  defert,  wand' ring  round  j 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground  1 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode  ; 

Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around 

And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus  when  our  firft  releafe  we  gain  ^ 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  Satan's  chain, 
>  /e  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way. 
He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  ftfay, 
He  guards  us  with  apow'rful  hand, 

And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land.  S  Oh 


196  ,       PSALM      CVIi. 

S   Oh  let  the  faint  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !   how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM      107.      Second  Pa,:. 
Con-cclions  for  Sin,  and'Rcleafe  by  Prayer, 

JL      God  and  his  grace  are  ftiil  the  fame : 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  flcies  5 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  : 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rahce  mall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  made 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head, 

5  He  cuis  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmiling  pris,nersthro,  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  Oh  may  the  fohs  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  way£  ? 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

P  L   A   L   M      107.      Third  Part. 

Intemperance  purified  and  pardoned;   or,  A  Pfalrr.fr  the 

Glutton  and  the  Drunkard. 

1    "\  7~AIN  man  on  fo°hm  pleafures  bent, 
V       Prepares  for  his  own  puniihment  3 
What  pains,  what  loathforne  mahJics 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife  !  *   Tke 


PSALM       CVII.        •  197 

a  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  waftej 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  j 

'"Till  all  his  a&ive  pow'rs  are  loft, 

And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 
3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 

His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat  5 

Nature  with  heavy  loads  oppreft 

Would  yield  to  death  to  be  reieas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighten' d  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earneft  cry  !  ^ 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cines  could  affeft  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  orfo  fure  : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word,  and  heals. 

6  Oh  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  off'ring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM     107.     Fourth  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwreck  ;  or,  The  Seaman's 
Song. 
*   *W  7"OuLD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
V  V      His  wonders  in  the  world  abrptrd, 
With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

2  They  leave  their  native  fhores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ! 
'Till  God  command,  and  tempefts  rife 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  j 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 

4  When 


198  PSALM      CVII. 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh,   ' 
Loit  to  all  hope  to  God  they  cry  : 

His  mercy  hears  the  loud  addrefs, 
And  lends  fiivation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  alTuage, 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage ; 
The  gladibme  train  their  fears  give  o'er 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  fhore. 

6  Oh  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  ofPrings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fing. 

PSALM     107.     Fifth  Part.     Common  Metre. 
The  Manner'' s  Pfalm. 
I   *"T"^HY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
jJL        That  rule  the  boift'rous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  mall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 
a  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ! 
The  men  aftoniih'd  mount  the  ikies, 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  j 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath  j 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  fhore 
Expedl  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries  j 

He  nears  the  loud  requeft, 
And  "rders  filence  thro1  the  Ikies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  fiorms  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  j 

There  let  their  vows  be  paid.  7  *Tio 


PSALM      CVII.  *99 

7  yTh  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  Oh  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praifc 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

PSALM      107.     Laji  Part. 
Colonies  planted ;   or,  Nation,  bleft  and  ^unified. 
l^\H  THEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 
W     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 
a  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fliow'ry  bleffings  from  the  flues; 
And  harvefri  in  the  defert  rile. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'    oppreft  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  ftocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft ;  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in, 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  ; 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Ye^  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  : 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 

And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.]  8  The 


200     PSALM      CVIII,  CIX. 

8  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  of  providence  j 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  (hall  no  more, 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore* 

9  How  few  with  picus  care  record 
Thefe  wend  rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ' 
Eut  wife  obfervers  frill  mall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 

PSALM     108.     Common  Metre. 
A  Song  of  Prate. 

1      A  WAKE>  my  foul,  to  found  his  praifr, 
jHL     Awake  my  harp  to  fing  j 
Join  all  my  pow'rs  the  long  to  raifc, 
And  morning  incenfe  bring. 
Z  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 
And  thro'  the  nations  round  j 
Glad  fongs  of  praiie  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  relound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Auo\?.  the  ftarry  train  ; 
Diffufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  mall  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  $ 
While  finners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  tafte  redeeming  love. 

PSALM     109.     Ver.   1—5,    31. 
Lcve  to  Enemies  from  the  Example  cf  Chrifk. 
1   /^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
VJT      Thy  glory  is  my  fong ; 
Tho' finners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 
Wkh  a  blafpheming  tongue. 
a  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found  ; 
With  cruel  flanders  falfe  and  vain 

1  hey  cornpaiVd  him  around.  3  Their 


PSALM      CX.  20i 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftiil  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  fnurd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death. 

5  L'ord  {hall  thy  bright  example  mine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes; 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  {hall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 

I  lhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 

Who  flander  and  condemn. 

PSALM      no.    Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Chr'ifi   exalted,    and  Multitudes    converted 5     or,    Tbs 
Succefs  of  the  GofpeL 

l  PTpHUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake 
X     To  Chrift  the  Son ;   "  Afcend  and  fit 
"  At  my  right  hand,  'till  I  fhall  make 
«  Thy  foes  fubmiffive  at  thy  feet. 

a  "  From  Sion  ihali  thy  word  proceed, 
"  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  lhall  {hew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  faints  {hail  flock  with  willing  minds, 
,c  And  finners  crowd  thy  temple-gate, 
e*  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  Alines." 

4  O  blefied  Powvr  !    O  glorious  day  ! 
"  What  a  large  vitt'ry  mall  enfue ; 

"  And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
"  Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew." 

PSALM 


202 


PSALM       CX. 


PSALM     no.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Kingdom  and  Pricjlbood  o/CbriJi, 

1  7'| ''<HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  lea 

Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  j 
tl  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 
'*  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  "  Aaron,  and  all  his  fons,  muft  die  : 
"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 

"  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 
"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  Ey  me  Melchifedec  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  j 

•«  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft  fhalt  plead, 

"  And  thou,  my  King  fhalt  rule  my  fons." 

4  Jefus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro1  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpraad, 
And  crufh  the  powVs  that  dare  rebel : 
Then  fhall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Tho1  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM     no.     Common  Metre. 
Cbrift's  Kingdom  and  Priefthood* 
I    TESUS,  our  Lord  afcend  thy  throne 
J      And  near  thy  father  fit  j 
In  Sion  fhall  thy  powV  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 
a  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 
Thy  converts  fhall  furpafs 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning-dew, 

And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace.  3  God 


PSALM      CXI.  203 

t   God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  lwore  j 

fl  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  "  Mekhifedec,  that  wond'rous  prieft, 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man  who  Abra'am  bleft 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus  our  Prieft  for  eyer  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  bleffings  of  his  love. 

6  God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofehis  reign. 

PSALM     in.     Fir]}  Part. 

The  Wifdom  of   God   in  his   Works. 

1  OONGS   of  immortal  praife  belong 
O     To  my  Almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,   and  he  my  tongue 
To  fpread  his  name  abroadc 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 

Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim  ; 
What  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name?  6  T<r 


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6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  grace, 
Is  our  divineft  fkill  ! 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM     in.     SecondPart. 
The  Pefecllons  of  God. 
i    f^  REAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
VJT     Demand  our  nobleft  fongs  j 
Let  his  aflembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 
i   Great  is   the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  his  children  food  j 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
,  Ke  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  fon,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM     in.     As  the  113th  Ffalm. 
The  Blejftngs  of  the   liberal  Man. 

1  rpHAT  man  is  b;eft  who  ftands  in  awe 

J[      Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
His  fcedon  earth  fhall  be  renown'dj 
His  houi'e  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 
An  unexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceffrve  honours  crown'd. 

2  His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends, 

To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 


Hla 


PSALM      CXIL 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd ; 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  thejuft 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleffings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  mail  he  maintain  his  ground  j 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  :     ' 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night : 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  grace. 


5  [111  tidings  never  can  furprife 
His  heart  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Though  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 

6  The  wicked  mail  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.  J 

PSALM     ii2.     Long  Metre. 
the  Bleffings  of  the  Pious  and  Charitable. 

1  'TPHRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 

J.     Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word : 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2  Compaffion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 


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N  3  Whan 


2o6        -  P    S    A    L  _M       CXII. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againft  the  fear, 

For. God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 

4  His  fpirit  fix'd  upon  the  Lord 

Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  j 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes. 
c  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works   are  Hill  before  his  God  ; 
His  name  on  earth  mall  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  rage  in  vain. 

P  S  A  L  M     112.     Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rewarded. 

,    yj  APPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
JfJ       And  follows  his  commands, 

Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread 

To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  fhall  anfwer  his  requefl 
With  bleflings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 

His  well  eftabliiVd  mind  ; 
•  His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhine, 
To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth  and  joys  above 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 


PSALM 


PSALM       CXIII.  207 

PSALM     113.     Proper  Tune. 
The  Majefiy  and  Condefcentlon  of  God* 
2  T7E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
JL       The  honours  of  his  name  record, 
His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifing  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 

2  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds  : 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  j 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
"What  the  bright  holts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  : 
His  fov'rsign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  en  the  throne  of  kings. 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleflings  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  nam~e~j 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  ev'ry  ag#advance  his  praife. 

PSALM     113.     Long  Metre. 
Godfovere'tgn  and  gracious. 
I   T7E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
\      In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fing  5 
Where'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat. 
a  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky 
His  throne  of  glory  itands  on  high  5 
Nor  time,  nor  place  his  pow'r  reftrain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

N  2.  1  Which 


208         PSALM      CXIV. 

3  Which  of  the  Sons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright  ! 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light : 

4  Behold  his  love  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  j 
And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below* 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pall, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  lafh 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  *mders  God  has  done  ; 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfc  defpairs  : 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.] 


PSALM     114. 

Miracles  attending  IfraeVs  Journey. 

1  TT7HEN  Ifra'l,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 

YV     Left  the  proud  tyrant  arfd  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  cwn 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  j 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  j 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fliook  like  frighted  meep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  power  at  hand. 

4  What 


PSALM      CXV.  209 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  king  of  Ifrael :  fee  him  here  } 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  franding  pools  he  turns  j 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 


PSALM     115.     Firft  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  Refuge,  or,  Idolatry  reproved. 

j    Tk  TOT.  toourfelves,  who  are  but  dufl-, 
jL^    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
Lternal  God,    thou  only  jure, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

2  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  j 
Why  fhould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame, 

Say,  "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long  ?" 

3  The  God  wc  ferve  maintains  his  throne, 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  Ikies ; 
Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

He  knows  odr  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 
4.  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 

At  beft  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 

A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 
5  [With  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  the  head  j 

Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  j 

In  vain  are  coirly  off'rings  made, 

And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

N  3  6  Their 


210         PSALM      CXV. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray  5 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  j 
The  Lord  /hall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  priefb 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praire, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  $ 
Eut  we  /hall  live  to  fing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  powr  to  fave. 

PSALM     115.     Second  Metre.    As  the  New  Tune 
of  the  50th  Pfalm.     Idolatry  reproved* 

I    "^kTOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 
JL^j    Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abode  j 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay  j  and  where's  your  God  ? 

2.  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court :   there  ftands  thy  throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
God  fram'd  this  earth,  the  ftarry  heav'ns  he  fpread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  j 
The  kneeling  croud,  with  looks  devout  behold 
Their  filver-faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  ihapes  of  eyes  and  ears  ; 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  : 

Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move, 
They  have  no  fpeech,    nor  thought,    nor  power,    nor 
Yet  fottifli  mortals  make  their  long  complaints     (love  j 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  ftock 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock : 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 

And  tr^ll  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers  made.] 

5  Be 


PSALM      CXVI.         211 

Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  are  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 
O  Ifrael,  truft  the  Lord  :   he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows  and  reftores  thy  peace : 
His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 
In  God  we  truft  ;   our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
Had  theyprevail'd  darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days, 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife. : 
But  we  arefav'd  and  live:  Letfongs  arife, 
And  Sion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  fkies. 
PSALM      1 1 6.      Firjl  Part. 
Recovery  from  Sicktiefz. 
I  T"  Love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
JL     And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan, 
Long  as  I  live  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne, 
a  I  lov'd  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 
And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
Oh  let  my  heart  no  moredefpair, 
When  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

3  My  flefh  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  th°  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex' d  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  fave, 

'*  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
"  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 

For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 
My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 

And  my  remaining  years.  PSALM 


: 


2  12      PSALM     CXVJ,  CXVII. 

PSALM     1 1 6.     12,  &c.     Second  Part, 
Thanks  for  private  Deliverance. 
i   TI  THAT  fhall  I  render  to  my  God 
V  V        For  iill  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fliall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe, 

My  off  'rings  fhall  be  paid  j 
There  fhail  my  zeal  perform  rry  vow:, 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

ThO*  ever-blefTed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  ? 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  $ 
Thy  hand  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  : 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 


PSALM     117.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  Nations, 

1  f\  All  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord, 
\_J     Each  with  a  diff 'rent  tongue  5 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land  : 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  j 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  fhall  ftand  j 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God.  PSALM 


PSALM     CXVIt,  CXV1II.     213 

PSALM     117.     Long  Metre. 
j   y~>ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 

_|/     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  : 

Let  the  Redeemer1!,  name  be  fung 

Thro'  ev'ry  land  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  5 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praife  fliall  found  from  fhore  to  ihore, 

Till  funs  fliall  fet  and  rife  no  more. 

PSALM     117.     Short  Metre. 
1  rT^HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  found  thro'  diftant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  for  ever  ftands. 
S  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fliade 
Shall  be^xchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM     u8.      FirfiPart.     Ver.  6—15. 

Deliverance  from  a  Tumult. 
I  PT^HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
J^        Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 
z  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 
And  have  my  God  m\  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  j 

When  God  appears  they  fly : 
So  burning  thorns  with  erack'ling  found 

Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die.  5  J©y 


2i4        PSALM      CXVIII. 

5  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  j 
The  Lord  protect  their  days  : 
Let  Ifra'l  tune  immortal  fongi 
To  his  Almighty  grace. 

PSALM      nS.     Second  Part.     Ver.   17—21, 
Public  Praife  for  Deliverance  from  Death. 

1  T     ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
Jj i     And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  5 

Now  fhall  he  live  :   (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  tofave.) 

2  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore 
Defends  him  fall  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gate  of  Sion  now, 

For  we  mall  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Amongft  th'  aflemblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  5 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM     118.     Third  Part.     Ver.  2^/^23, 
Chriji  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 

1  T)E'iOLD  the  fure  foundation  Stone 
Xj     Which  God  in  Sion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Choicn  of  God  to  finners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name, 
They  truft  their  whole  faivation  here, 
Nor  fhall  they  fuffer  fhame. 

3  The  foolifh  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 

Reject  it  with  difdain  ; 
t       Firm  on  this  Rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain.  4.  Wh; 


.PSALM      CXVIII.        215 

4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withftood  ? 
Yet  muft  this  building  rife  : 
*Tis  thy  own  work,   Almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  1 1 3.  Fourth  Part.  Ver.  24,  25,  26. 

Hofannah  \  the  Lord 's  Day  ;   or,  Chrtfs  RefurreElion  and 

our  Salvation, 

1  rT^HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  j 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad,  ,    • 

And  praife  furround  the  throne. 

2  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead ; 

And  Satan's  empire  fell; 
To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
<s  Hofannah  to  the  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bleft  is  the  Lord  who  comes  to  man 

With  meffages  of  grace : 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  Hofannah  in  the  higher!  ftrains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM  iiS.  Ver.  22 — 27.  Short  Metre. 
An  Hfannah  for  the  Lord's  Day  ;  or,    A  new  Song  of 
Salvation  by  Chrift. 
1   OEE  what  a  living  Stone 
1^     The  builders  did  refufe  : 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The 


216        PSALM      CXVIII. 

2  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 

Rejedt  thine  only  Son  j 
Yet  on  this  Rock  fhall  Sioij  reft, 
As  the  chief  corner-ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondVous  in  our  eyes  : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made; 

Let  us  rejoice  and  fing,   and  pray, 

Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofannah  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 

Which  all  this  grace  difplaysj 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 

PSALM  118.  22—27.  Long  Metre. 

An  Hofannah  for  the  Lord\  Day  ;    or,  A  neio  Song  of 

Salvation  by  Chrift. 

1  1  *     O  !  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone 
I    /  The  Jewifh  builders  did  refufe  : 

But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  j 
Hofannah,  let  his  name  be  bleft  j 
A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 

4  In 


PSALM       CXIX.         217 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  ofpraife. 

PSALM     119. 

[I  have  collected  and  difpofed  the  moft  ufeful  Verfes  of 
this  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different  Heads,  and  formed  a 
Divine  Song  upon  each  of  them.  But  the  Verfes  are  much 
tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome  Degree  of  Connexion. 

In  fome  Places,  among  the  Words  Laiv,  Commands, 
"Judgments,  Tejlimomes,  1  have  ufed  Gofyel,  Wordy  Grace, 
Truth,  Promifes,  &c.  as  more  agreeable  to  the  New  Teita- 
ment,  and  the  common  Language  of  Chriftians,  and  it 
equally  anfwers  the  Defign  of  the  Pjalmiji,  which  was  to 
recommend  the  Holy  Scripture.] 

PSALM     119.     FirfiPart. 

The  BleJJednefs  of  Saints,  and  Mifery  cf  Sinners* 

Verfe  1,  2,  3. 
x   "OLEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 
J3     Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  j 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 
a  Bleft  are,  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 
And  practile  thy  commands , 
With  their  whole  heart  they  ieek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Verfe  165. 
3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  j 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide  \ 
Korean  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  ftcady  feet'afide. 

Verfe  21,    jjg. 
4.  Then  fnall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 
And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  thy  flatutesT  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name'. 

O  5  But 


218  PSALM       CXIX. 

5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  ha:e, 

The  proud  fnall  die  accurlt  ; 
The  fons  of  faiihojd  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dult. 

Verfe  119,    153. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  j 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM      119.     Second  Part. 

Secret  Devotion  and  Spiritual  Mindednefs  ;    or,  Conflant 

C.wverfe  ivitb  God. 

Verfe  14-,  55. 

1  f  I  *0  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

My  gracious  God  I  pray  j 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

Verfe  81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up  j 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Verfe  164. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  mj  thanks  to  thee, 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Verfe  62. 

4  Whe:_  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  Ccies 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  \ 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

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PSALM      CXIX.         219 

PSALM      119.     Third  Part. 

Pr  ofcJJir.it  of  Sincerity,  Repentance,  and  Obedience* 

Ve.rfe  57,   60. 

1  fTT^HOtJ  art  my  portion,  O  my  Godj 

JL        Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 

Verfe  30,  14. 

2  I  choofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  Testimonies  of  thy  grace 

1  fet  before  my  eyes  j 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Verfe  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Verfe  94,   112. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Oh  fave,  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  ihield,  my  hiding  place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Verfe  112. 

6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil  ; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  mail  end 
Would  1  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM     119.     Fourth  Part. 
InflruFlior.  from  Scripture. 
1    TLTow  ft  all  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
11      And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rule  imparts 
To  keep  the  confeience  clean. 

O  2  Verfe 


22o         PSALM       CXIX. 

Verfe  130. 
a  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaner*  fouls  inftruftion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Verfe  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  j 
And  thro1  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Verfe  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Verfe  104,   113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife, 

1  hate  the  finners  road  j 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Verfe  T9,  90,  qu 

6  [The  ftarry  hcav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants.  night  and  day, 
Thy  (kill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  ft'iil  thy  law,  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  lefibns  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ftars  £0  nobly  mine.]. 

Verfe  J90,  14c,  9,   119. 

8  Thy  word  is  everla fling  truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fuppcr t  our  age. 


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PSALM      CXIX.        221 

PSALM      119.     Fifth  Part. 

Delight  in  Scripture  j  or,  the  Word  of  God  dwelling  in  us. 

Verfe  97. 

I   f\H  how  I  Jove  thy  holy  law ! 
\Jf     'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

Verfe  r48. 
z  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  w^th  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Verfe  3,  ?3,  44. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage, 

And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 

Verfe  19,   103. 

4  Am  I  ftranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaftj 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Verfe  73,   127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  j 

Nor  mail  thy  word  be  fold 
For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Verfe  z8,  49,  175. 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop,' 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

O  3  PSALM 


222  PSALM       CXIX. 

PSALM     119.     Sixth  Part. 

Hdinefs    and  Comfort    from    the    Word. 
Verfe  128. 

1  IT     ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
JL_y     And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 

With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  luft. 
Verfe  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  j 

.  1  keep  thy  law  in  light 
Thro'  all  the  bus'nefs  cf  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Verfe  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  Glence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  j" 
My  thoughts,  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Verfe   162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  fhare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM      119.     Seventh  Part. 

Imperft&ion  of  Nature^  and  PerfeB'ion  of  Scripture. 

Verfe  96.     Paraphrafed. 

1  T     ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 

J /     To  form  one  perfect  book, 

Great  God,  if  once  cornpar'd  with  thine, 

How  mean  their  writing's  look. 

2  Not  the  moft  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  fhew  one  iin  forgiv'n  : 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave, 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  Tve  feen  an  end  to  what  we  Call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 

And  can  no  farther  go.  4  Yet 


PSALM       CXIX.         223 

4  Yet  man  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought } 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  delerve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM     iT9.     Eighth  Part. 
Excellency  and  Variety  of  Serif  ture. 
Verfe  11 1,     paraphrafed. 
I   T  „  ORD,  1  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
I    j     My  lalling  heritage  ; 
There, {hall  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmed  thoughts  engage, 
z  I'll  read  the  hiil'ries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  thro'  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprin6s  of  life  arife, 
S.eeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies  j 

4  The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  make?  our  forrows  bleft ; 
Our  fairsft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     119.     Ninth  Part. 

Defire  of  Knowledge. Verfe  64,  68,  1 8. 

1  rp  H  Y  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
X        How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thv  wonders  there. 

O  4.  Verfe 


224         PSALM       CXIX, 

Verfe  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due; 
Oh  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  I  muii  do. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid, 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conltant  guide. 

Verfe  26. 

4.  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand' ring  ways, 
Thou  heard'ft  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  wall  ifaray  again. 

Verfe  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  fhew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 

His  work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 

His  law  mail  rule  my  he^rt. 

Verfe  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief: 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Verfe  51. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  3 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blefled  gofpel  go 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Verfe  27,  171. 

8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  j 
My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  ring  aloud  his  praife.] 


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PSALM       CXIX.         225 

PSALM      119.     Tenth  Part. 
Pleading  the  Protr.ifes. Verfe  38,  49. 

1  TIEHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lori, 

ft)     Devoted  to  thy  fear; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Verfe  4',  58,  107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 

And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  > 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Verfe  123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 

Oh  bear  thy  fervant  up  5 
Nor  let  the  fcofhng  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Verfe  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  mall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 
PSALM     119.     Eleventh  Part. 
Breathing  after  Ho/inefs. 
I   /~\H  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way* 
\J     To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill ! 
Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will  ! 
Verfe  29. 
a  Oh  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  a  dr.  the  liar's  part. 

Verfe  37,   36. 
3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 
Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

O  5  Verfe 


226         P    S    A    L    M       CXIX. 

Verfe  133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  flnceie  : 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 
Verfe  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray, 

My  feet  too  often  flip  j 
Yet  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  iheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  j 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands, 
Offend  again.!  my  God. 

PSALM      119.     Twelfth  Part. 

Breathing  after  Comfort  ar.d  Dcll'verur.c!, 

Verfe  153. 

1  "|\  /¥\ "God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
^VX      Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 

Though  I  have  finn'd  againfb  thy  grace, 
I  ne'er  forget  thy  taws. 

Verfe  89,   116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fliarp  reproach, 

Whichlfojuftly  fear ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hope, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Verfe  122,   135, 

3  Be  thou  afurety,  Lord,  forme, 

Nor  let  the;  proud  opprefsj 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee. 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Verfe  Sj. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail  j 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  f: 

**  And  bid  try  c.mfrts  •  Veyfe 


PSALM       CXIX.         227 

Verfe  132. 
c  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 
And  fliew  thy  grace  the  lame  j 
Thy  tender  mercies  itili  afford 
To  thole  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM      *  19.     Thirteenth  Part. 
Holy  Fear,  and   Tenderneft  of  Cwfciencc. 
Verfe    o. 
j  -^-v  TITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face, 
YY        O  let  me  never  ftray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  finner's  way. 
Verfe  11. 
'  a  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 
To  keep  my  confeience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifing  fin. 

Verfe  63,   53,  158. 
3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Verfe  i6i,  163. 
4*While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 
My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  j 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Verfe-161,   12,0. 
c  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  flefli  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Verfe  166,   174. 
6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 
For  thy  falvation  ftill ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  wilL 

0,6  PSALM 


'228         PSALM       CXIX. 

PSALM      119.      Fourteenth  Fart. 

Benefit  of  AjjHtliom,  and  Support  under  them. 

Verfe  i53,   8/,  82. 

1  /CONSIDER  all  my  forr  ws,  Lord, 
\^j     And  thy  deliv'rance  fend  j 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ! 
Verfe  7  - . 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Facher's  rod  j 
Afflictions  made  me  learn  thy  iaw, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

Verfe  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy  . 

When  new  diftrefs  begins  : 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Verfe  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  oppreft  with  farrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 

Verfe  75.  * 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere ; 
The  fliarpeft  fufFrings  1  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Verfe  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM      119.     Fifteenth  Part. 
Holy  Reflations. — ''•—  Verfe  93, 
I  /""\H  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour, 
\_J     Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
.  And  daily  peace  I  find.  Verfe 


PSALM      CXIX.  229 

Verfe  15,   16. 
Z  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  mail  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Verfe  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 

Verfe  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  mall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  j 
I'll  fpeak  thy  word  tho'  kings  mould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  finful  mame. 

Verfe  61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  liesj, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Verfe  11c. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  muft  obey  his  will. 

PSALM     119.     Sixteenth  Part. 
Prayer  for  quickening  Grace, 
Verfe  25,  37. 
1   TV  /fy  foul  hes  cleaving  to  the  duft ; 
X  rX      Lord,  give  me  life  divine  j 
From  vain  defires  and  ev'ry  luft 
Turn  of  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
Z  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fhould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Verfe 


-3o         PSALM       CXIX. 

Verfe  107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quickening  pow'ft  j 
^        Thy  wore*  that  1  have  retted  on 
1        Shall  help  my  heaviett  hours. 

Verfe  156,  4.0. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ft  ill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  Guu  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
Verfe  1  59,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpiritc  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace. 

Verfe  93. 

6  Then  mail  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  po-.v'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM      119.     Seventeenth  Part. 
Grace  pining  in  Difficulties  and  Trials. 
Verfe  143,  28. 
I  IT  THEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 
\  V     All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word : 
My  foul  dilTolves  for  hcavinefs  j 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength/ning  grace. 

Verfe  <ji,  69,   no. 

a  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies,   •* 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin. 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Verfe  16  s  78- 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ! 
But  1  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  rhame. 


PSALM 


PSALM     CXIX,  CXX.       231 

PSALM     119.     Lafi  Part. 
SanSlifed  Afflifticns  ;   or,  Delight  in  the  Word  of  God. 
Verfe  67,   59. 
1   T^ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  } 
_JP     How  kind  was  thy  chaftiiing  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  confidence  to  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God  ! 

2.  Fooliih  and  vain,  1  went  aftray, 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lordi. 

I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way  ; 

But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Verfe  71. 
3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwellj 

'Tis.  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 

That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well^ 

Verfe  72. 
4.  The  law  that  iffues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richeft  hills  of  golden  ore. 
Verfe  73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  chy  wond'rous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Verfe  74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
%At  my  falvation  ihall  rejoice  j 

For  I  have  trufted  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM     120. 
Complaint  of  quarrelfome  Neighbours  ;    or,  a  devout  Wifi> 
for  Peace. 
•  I  np HOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft, 
X        Pity  my  fuff'riug  ftate  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft. 

From  lins  that  love  deceit  ?  2  Hard 


232  P    S    A    L    M      CXXI. 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !   My  days  are  cart 

Among  the  fons  of  itrife, 
Whofe  never  ceafing  quarrels  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blefling  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  arc  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  j  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  paflions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  ; 
What  wall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro', 

Strict  juftice  would  approve  j 
But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM     i2i.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  Protctiio,:. 

1  T  T  P  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
\J    Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  ikies  ; 

Thence  alLjier  help  my  foul  derives ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives  j  the  everlafting  God 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  j 
The  hsav'ns,  with  all  their  holt  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  , 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day  : 

He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  lfra'l  fleeps. 

4  lfra'l,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 

Admit  no  flumber,  nor  furpiife.  *  Kp 


PSALM       CXXI.  233 

j  No  fun  fliall  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  ftar 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 
>  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  fnalt  go,    and  ftill  return; 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !   his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  evVy  fnare. 
j   On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'ri 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 
PSALM     121.     Common  Metre. 
Prefervaiion  by  Day  and  Night. 
1   rT^O  Heav'n  1  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  fides 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 
&  Their  ftedfaft  feet  mail  never  fall, 
Whom  he  defign's  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  pow'rs 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  ourmoft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 

4  Ifra'l  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  fmite  ; 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blafting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thicker!  dangers  come  : 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 

Till  God  commands  thee  home.  PSALM 


234         PSALM       CXXI. 

PSALM     121.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 
God  our  Prefer-ver. 

1  T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
V^/     From  God  is  all  my  aid  j 

The  God  that  built  the  fkies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 

God  is  the  tow'r 

To  which  I  fly ; 

His  grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  (hall  never  Aide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  fleep, 
Shall  Ifra'l  keep 
When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  fhade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  ; 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


PSALM 


PSALM       CXXII.        235 

PSALM     122.     Common  Metre. 
Going  to  Church. 
j   T  TOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear 
«  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 
a  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God 
To  mew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknown 

The  holy  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  3 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heafnly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft.  ! 
'  6  My  foul  ftiall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  beft  friends,   my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  xeigns. 

PSALM     122.     Proper  Tune. 

Going  to  Church. 
j    TTOW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I, 

X\   To  ftear  t,ie  PeoPle  cry> 

Come,  let  usfeek  our  God  to  day  / 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 


Zion, 


256        PSALM       CXXIII. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace^ 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  j 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 

The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ; 
He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 
He  makes  the  finner  lad, 

And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft  j 
The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 
And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 

A  thoufand  blcflings  on  him  reft! 

5  My  tongue'  repeats  her  vows, 
Peace  to  this  facred  bcufe  ! 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  j 
And  lince  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  beft  abode, 

My  foul  ihali  ever  love  thee  well. 

[Repeat  the  %th  Statixa  to  complete  the  Tunc, 

PSALM     123. 
Pleading  tu'ith  Suhm'xffion. 

1  f\  Thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
V-X      Enthron'd  above  the  fkies, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  fervants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ! 
Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  ftand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So 


PSALM      CXXIV.        237 

3  So  for  our  fins  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill, 
Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  iniult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies  ; 
This  thought  fhall  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM     124.     Common  Metre. 
God  gives  ViElory. 

1  T  TAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
_f~X      When  hofts  againftus  rofe, 
Difplay'd  his  veng'ance  from  above, 

And  crufh'd  the  conq'ring  foes  j 

2  Their  armies  fike  a  raging  flood 

Had  fwept  the  guardlefs  land, 

Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  bleft  abode, 

And  whelm'd  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  {hield 

His  fons  fecurely  reft, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 
And  bare  the  fearlefs  breaft. 

4  And  now  our  foul  fhall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare  ; 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heav'ns  above ; 
He  that  fupports  their  wond'rous  frame 
Can  guard  his  church  by  love. 


PSALM 


238        PSALM      CXXV. 

PSALM     125.     Common  Metre, 
The  Saints  Trial  and  Safety. 

I   T  TNSH  AKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
\J      And  firm  as  mountains  ftand, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  fhall  reft, 
That  trufts  th'  almighty  hand. 
1  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  faint  lurround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  wiil  affuage 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere, 

And  lead  them  iafeiy  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  phrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell, 
Shall  fmite  his  follow'rs  too. 

PSALM     125.     Short  Metre. 
The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety  ;    or,  moderated  Aff.i£l\or.x. 
1     tTT^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they, 
JP       That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 
2,  As  mountains  ftood  to  guard 
The  city's  facred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 
3  What  tho'  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke, 
Yet  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4.  Deal 


P    S    A    L    M      CXXVI.         239 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whole  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whole  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere.  , 

5  Nor  {hall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faints; 

The  God  ot  lfra'l  will  fupport 

His  children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  >fear 

Will  choofe'  the  road  to  hell, 

We  muft  ex  peel  our  portion  there, 

Where  bolder  fmners  dwell. 

PSALM     ia6.     Long  Metre., 
Surprljivg  Deliverance. 
1  "T  X  THEN  Gcd  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate, 
V  V     Joy  was  our  f^»ng>  and  grace  our  theme, 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appeared  a  pleallng  dream. 

a  The  fcofFer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name; 
While  we  with  pleafure  {boat  thy  praife, 
Which  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
""Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanim  fo  j 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  fliout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  {heaves. 

PSALM     126.     Common  Metre. 

The  Joy   of   a  remarkable  Converfion  ;     or,   Melancholy 

removed. 


'W3 


And  chang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  apleafing  dream, 

The  grace  appear'd  fo  great.  7,  The 


24<*       PSALM      CXXVIL 

a  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confefs ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ftrains, 
And  iung  furprifing  grace. 

3  ««  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  power  divine  5 
t(  Great  ?r  the  work,  my  heart  reply'd, 
"  AM  be  the  glory  thine. " 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  mall  confefs  their  {heaves  are  great, 
And  fnout  the  bleffings  home. 

6  ThoVfeed  lie  bury'd  in  the  duft, 

It  (han't  deceive  their  hope $ 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PSALM     127.     Long  Metre, 
The  Blejfingsof  God  on  the  Bufwefs  and  Comfort  of  Life. 
I  XF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

X.  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft, 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 
t  What  tho*  we  rife  before  the  fun, 

And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 

Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 

To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dread  : 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bleft, 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
On  God,  our  fov'reign,  ftill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends ! 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 

When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love.         PSALM 


PS-ALM    CXXVJI,  CXXVIIL    241 


I 


PSALM     127.     Common  Metre. 

•     God  Alljfn  All, 
F  God  to  build  a  houfe  deny, 
The  builders  work  in  vain  j 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  ikies 
Your  Tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare  j 

In  vain  till  God  has  bleft  j 
But  if  his  fniiles  attend  your  care, 
You  mall  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleflings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joy  s  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 

PSALM     128. 
Family  Bleflings. 
I  /~\  Happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 
V_^     With  zeal  and  rev' rend  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield. 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 
a  A  careful  providence  mail  ftand, 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleflings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  mail  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fhall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil, 

For  months  and  years  to  come  : 

The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 

Shall  fend  thee  bleflings  home. 

P  5  This 


*4*        PSALM      CXXIX. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his  houfe  increaie, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM     119. Perfecutors  puniJheJ. 

l|Tp  from  my  youth  may  Ifra'l  fay, 
I)      Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  j 
My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore. the  rage 

Of  allthefonsof  ftrire; 

Oft  they  affail'd  my  riper  age, 

But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  painful  heart, 
Nor  let  their  forrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furprisM, 

To  hear  bis  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes^of  Zion  feiz  d 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  mall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints, 

Be  blafted  from  the  iky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  profpecls  die. 

7  [What  tho1  they  fiourifti  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath  j 
Their  growth  {hall  perifn  in  defpair, 

And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 
S  [So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-'op  ftands> 

No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  {hall  fill  his  hands, 

Nor  binder  fold  the  {heaves;  PSALM 


PSALM       CXXX.         245 

PSALM     130.     Common  Metre. 
Pardoning  Grace. 
j   g~\  U  T  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefc, 
\_J      The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God!  mould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  th'me  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flem  could  ftand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  5 
Thy  Son  has  bought  tiiem  with  his  bleed, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [1  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

With  ftrong  defires  I  wait } 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
St;  :tds  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

5  [Tuft'  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

L0--15  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  ioul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

and  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifra'l  truft, 

Let  Ifra'l  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 

And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 
S  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 

And  Ifra'l  mall  be  fav'd. 


P  a  PSALM 


244      PSALM    CXXX,  CXXXI. 

PSALM     1 30.     Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  Grace, 

I    TT^ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts,, 

Jp     To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  : 

If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 

No  flefh  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 
z  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 

Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 

That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 

And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  look  and  wifh  for  breaking  day  j. 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ! 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  mall  I  truft  thy  word  in -vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief^from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done* 

PSALM     131. 

Humility    and    Submijfion. 

1  TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 
X.     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  j 
Or  do  I  a&  a  haughty  part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild  j 

Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 

And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

'3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  > 

Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM 


PSALM       CXXXIL       445 

PSALM     132.     5,  13—18.     Long  Metre. 
At  the  Settlement  cf  a  Church  ;    or,    the  Ordination  of  * 
Mintjier. 
1  -^  TT  THERE  {hall  we  go  to  fcek  and  find 
YY     An  habitation  tor  our  God  ? 
A  dwelling  for  th1  eternal  mind  ; 
Among  the  fons  of  flefh  and  blood  ! 
%  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft  j 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill  5 
His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bleft. 

3  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
And  reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord  ; 
Here  fhali  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
And  blefiings  fhall  attend  my  word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  j 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door, 
With  fweet  provifions  fhall  be  fed. 

5  Girded  with  truth,   and  cloth'd  with  grace, 
My  priefts,  my  minifters  fhall  fhine  j 

Not  Aaron  in  his  coftly  drefs 
Appears'fo  glorious  and  divine. 

6  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joy,  fhall  fhout  and  fing  j 
The  Son  of  David  here  will  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

7  Jefus  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here  t'  uphold  "his  glorious  name  j 
His  crown  fhall  flourifh  on  his  head, 
While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fhame. 

PSALM  132.  4,  5,  7,  8,  15,  17.  Common  Metre. 

A  Church  ejiablipcd. ' 
l    j"  TVT  O  fleep  nor  fl umber  to  his  eyes 
*-jL^I      Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  below  thefkies 
Av dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

P  3  .      ,9  The 


246      PSALM      CXXXIII. 

%  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 
•     His  ark  was  fettled  there  $ 
And  there  th1  afi'embled  nation  came 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thofe  toilfome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  j 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 

Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft  : 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  wordj 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain,  N 

Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  mine  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  iove  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne, 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fre/h  honours  mall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     133.     Common  Metre. 
Brother^  Love. 

I   T     O  !  what  an  entertaining  fight 
fl    J     Thofe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite, 
Of  harmony  and  love ! 


Whe; 


PSALM       CXXXIII.       fcft 

,2_  Where  ftre  am  s  of  bliis  from  Chrift  the  fpring 
Defcend  on  ev'ry  foul j  * 

And  heay'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev' rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhews, 
And  makes  his( grace  diftil. 

*  PSALM     133.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  Saints  3  or,  Love  and  Worfiip  in  a  Family ^ 

1  T>  LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
J*}     Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  j 
\V  hofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 

Thro'  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  thro'  all  his  raiment  fpread;, 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavTnly  hills 

The  faints  are  bleft  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diftils, 
And  aH  the  air  is  love. 
PSALM     133.     As  the  I22d  Pfalm. 
The  Blejfmgs  of  Friend/hip, 
O  W  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part 
With  fympathifing  heart, 
fb  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love.  2  'Tis 


H 


248     PSALM  CXXXIV,  CXXXV. 

2.  'Tis  like  an  ointment  rtied 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet  j 
The  oil  thro'  all  the  room 
DifFus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro'  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feet. 
3  Like  fruitful  mowers  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighboring  hiUs; 
Such  ftreams  of  pleaiure  roll 
Thro'  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 
I  [Repeat  the  firjl  Stanza  to  complete  the  Tune,, 

PSALM     134. 
Daily  and  nightly  Devotion, 

j   *\7*  E  tnat  °bey  th'  immortal  King, 
\        Attend  his  holy  place  j 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  j 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  ftarry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  3 
The  God  that  fpreads  the.heav'ns  abroad, 
-  And  rules  the  fwclling  feas. 

PSALM  135.  t — 4, 14,  19— xi.  FirftParu  Long  Met, 
The  Church  is  God's  Hoitfe  and  Care. 

1  T)RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
X^    While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 

Or  Hand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  j 
JTo  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  : 

Tlra'l  he  chofe  of  old,  and  ftill 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy.  3  The 


PSALM      CXXXV.        249 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  j 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  j 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Thro'  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreffor's  rod  j 
He  gives  his  fuff'ring  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  j 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

PSALM     135.     Ver.  5—12.     Second  Part. 

*Ike  Worh  of  Creation,  Providence,  Redemption  of  Ifrae!s 

and  DcJIruEiion  of  Enemies. 

1  XT1  P>.E  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
V__jT  Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  j 
Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  and  lea, 

Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnings  flaih,  the  thunders  roar  j 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempeft  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  all  thy  firft-born,  beafts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4.  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 

He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 

To  Ifra'l,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 

No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave. 
5  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 

That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell  j 

And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 

Whence  thefe  apellate  angels  fell. 

PSAL^ 


25o        PSALM      CXXXV. 

PSALM     135.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  Idols, 

1  A   WAKE,  ye  faints  1   To  praife  your  King 
XjL     Y°ur  fweeteft  paflions  raife, 

Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increasing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord;   and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  frill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  j 

Pie  bids  the  vapours  rife  j 
Lightning  and  ftorm  at  his  command 
Sweep  thro'  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd, 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  flocks  and  ftones  they  truft, 

Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glitf  ring  dull, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  prove, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave : 
Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  j 

Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  Ye  nations,  know  th«  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear; 

He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 

A:.d  claims  vour  honours  there* 


PSALM 


PSALM      CXXXVI.       251 

PSALM     136.     Common  Metre. 

God's   Wonders  of    Creationy    Providence,    Redemption  of 
Ifrael,  and  Salvation  of  bis  People. 

1  /^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord  j 
V^JX      His  mercies  fill  endure  j 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd  j 
His  truth  is  ever  fur e. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdorn  done  ! 

How  mighty  is  his  band  I 
Heav'n,  earth  and  feahe  frarn'd  alone: 
How  wide  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  ligkt : 

How  b;  igit  bis  counfels  Jhine  ! 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night : 
His  works  are  all  divine  I 

4  [He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  : 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod  I 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  j 
How  gracious  is  our  God  I 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

His  arm  is  great  in  might  : 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paflage  thro'  j 
Hispow^rand  grace  unite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  j 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
And  brought  his  faints  thro'  defert  ground  5 
Eternal  be  his  praife. 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  5 

Victorious  is  his  /word ; 
While  Ifra'l  took  the  promls'd  land  j 
And faithful  is  his  word.] 

S  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 
He  felt  his  pity  move: 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  ! 
How  boundlefs  was  his  love ! 

9  He 


2$2       PSALM      CXXXVI. 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe  ; 
His  goodnefs  never  fails  j 
From  death  and  hell,  and  evVy  foe ; 
Andjiill  his  grace  prevails. 
jo  Give  thanks  to  God  the  heav'nly  King ; 
His  mercies  fill  endure  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  ; 

His  truth  is  ever  Jure.  > 

PSALM     136.     As  the  148th Pfalm. 

!    S~\  IVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
VJT   The  univerfal  Lord  ; 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings : 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd.  , 

His  poiu'r  and  grace 

Ar e fill  the  Jame  $ 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 
S  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall Jill  endure  j 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  word. 

3  His  wifdomfram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
To  cheer  thedarkfome  night. 

His  povS'r  and  grace 
Are  fill  the  fame  j 
And  let  hBname 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

4  [He  fmotethe  nrft-born  fons, 
The  flow'r  of  Fgypt,,dead  j 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy 


PSALM      CXXXVI,       253 

Thy  mercy ,  Lord, 
Shall  flill  endure  j 
And  ever  jure 
Abides  thy  ivord. 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  red-fea  in  two  j 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wond'rous  paffage  thro'. 

His  povv'r  and  grace 

Are /till  the  fame  1 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 
6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown' d  ; 
And  brought  his  Ifra'l  fafe 
Thro'  a  long  defert  ground. 

Thy  mercy  i  Lord, 

Shall  fill  endure  1 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  'word. 


7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  j 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Poffeffion  of  their  land. 

His  pcnu^r  and  grace 

Are  /I ill  the  fame  j 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife.  J 

2  He  faw  the  nations  lie, 
All  peri fliingin.fm, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in, 

Thy  mercy ,  Lord, 

Shall  fiill  endure  i 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 

<*~  3  Hi 


254        PSALM      CXXXVI. 

9  Hefent  his  only  Son, 
To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  povS^r  and  grace 

Are  fill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 
io  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  king; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall /till  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  ivord. 

PSALM     136.     Abridged.     Long  Metre. 
2    S~*\  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife; 
VJJ  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown : 
His  mercies  ever  f  hall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders. of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

a  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night: 
His  mercies  ever  pall  endure,' 
When  funs  and  mocns  fhall  Jhine  no  more. 

c  The  jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promisM  land  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  bis  mercies  inyourfong. 


PSALM      CXXXVII.      255 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  : 
His  mercies  ever  fj  all  endure, 

When  death  and  Jin  fo  all  reign  no  more, 

7  He  fenthis  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  : 
Wonder*  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  inyour  fong. 
S  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat : 
His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure, 
When  this  vain  ivorldjhall  be  no  morl. 


'A 


PSALM     137. 

The   Babylonijh  Captivity. 

LONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows, 
__     Our  captive  bands  in  deep  defpondence  ftray'd, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 

Her  friends  her  children  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2  The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  fining, 

When  praife  employ'd  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  lay, 
In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung  5 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 

3  The  barb'rous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe, 

With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim  -, 
Bid  facred  praife  in  ftrains  melodious  flow, 

While  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  Ifrael's  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 
O  haplefs  Salem,   God's  terreftrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  gior-y,  facred  mount  of  praife  ! 

5  If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglecl  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  deftruclion  feize  this  guilty  frame  ; 
My  hand  (hall  perifh  and  my  voice  fhall  ceafe. 

0,*  6  Yet 


256      PSALM      CXXXVIII. 

6  Yet  fliall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
Overtake  her  fees  with  terror  and  difmay, 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM     13S. 
Reflating  and  Preferring  Grace. 

1  "^TC  7ITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  toaguc 

W     HI  Pra'lfe  m>'  Mak-er  "!n  m?  fong  ' 
Angels  1VU  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

2  [Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  care 
~  Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 

While  holy  zeal  direfts  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  flues.  J 
-  Til  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
"*  I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  (hew. 
A  To  God  I  crv'd  when  troubles  rofe  ; 
"    He  heard  me,'  and  fubdu'd  my  foes  : 
He  did  my  rifing  fears  controul, 
And  ftrength  dirfus'd  through  all  my  foul, 
r  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 
The  humble  fouls  that  truft  his  grace. 

6  Amidft  a  tho»fand  fnares  I  ftand 
Upheld  and  guarued  by  thy  hand  j 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  ; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM 


PSALM      CXXXIX.       257 

PSALM     139.     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  All-Seeing  God. 

1  "I '     ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro*  j 

1   j  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flefti  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftinclly  known  j 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  1  ftand, 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,   abroad, 
I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great  \ 
What  large  extent '   what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 

Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpedr.  loft. 

5  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  pojfefs  my  breajly 
JVhere-e' 'er  I  ro-ve,    ivhere-e^er  I  reft  ; 
Nor  let  my  iveaker  pajfions  dare 
Confent  to  fin ,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause     Firft. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  ^uit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fhun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'if.  enthron'd  in  light; 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veng'ance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 
S  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  Weftern  fea, 
Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 

Q  3  9  Or 


t5  8       PSALM       CXXXIX. 

9   Or  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreadfng  veil-of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  pojfcfs  my  breaft, 
Where-e'er  I  rove,  lubcre  -e 'er  I  reft  ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pajjions  dare 
Conjent  to  fin,  for  Cod  is  there. 

Pause     Second. 

11  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes; 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro1  midnight  ihades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God  they're  both  alike  to  thee; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

1 3  0  may  thefe  thoughts  pojfefs  my  breaft  y 
Where-e'er  I  rove,  where-e"re  I  reft  ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pajfiens  dare 
Confent  fb  fin,  for  God  is  there, 

PSALM     139.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  wonderful  Formation  of  Man. 
t  TTrVWAS   from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fhine, 
And  each  proclaim  thy  fkill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  could  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'rt  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 


4  At 


PSALM       CXXXIX.      259 

4  At  laft  to  fhew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  fome  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finim'd  members  of  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  pafhons  of  the  man  j 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  a&ed  on  life's  bufyftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount, 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 

-7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er 

And  count  the  fand  that  makes  the  more, 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  impreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  5 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 

PSALM  139.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  prof  eft  t  and  Grace  tried ;  or,  The  Heart-fear cb~ 
ing  God. 
J    Ti  If  Y  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

XVjL  When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will ! 

I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 

Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain, 
a  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 

The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 

Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 

I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 
3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought, 

Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not, 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

0^4  4  Doth 


z6o      PSALM       CXXXIX. 

-4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
Oh  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM  139.  Flrji  Part.  Common  Metrev 
God  is  every  where, 

1  TTN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
J_     In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
Thf  notice  of  thine  eye. 
2.  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 
My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  form'd  within  j 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  lenfe  I  mean. 

4  Oh  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Encios'd  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  th.y  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lorn",  where  ihall  guilty  fouls  retire 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  hcav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 

8  li 


PSALM       CXXX1X.      261 

S  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning-light 
I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  mult  fupport  my  flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 
9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 
lo  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight-hour 
Are  bath  alike  to  thee  : 
Ch  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM   139.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Toe  IVijdom  of  God  in  the  Formation  of  Mar., 

j    ^TTHEN  I  with  pleafmg  wonder  ftand 
YY       And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord  'tis  thy  work,  I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 
2.  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pcffefi: 
Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  ev'rypart; 
Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind  ; 

Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  fkill  5 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftiil. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, 

My  fleih  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of    naturejoin 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

Q_^5  PSALM 


262     PSALM     CXXXIX,  CXL. 

PSALM  139.  14,  17, 18.  Third  Pan.  Common  Metre. 

Ibe  Mercies  of  God  innumerable. 

An  Evening  Pfalm. 

1  1       ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er,  ' 
1    J     They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  ; 

Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  ihore, 
To  equal  numbers  rile. 

2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  {rands, 

The  product  of  thy  fkill, 
And  hourly  blefiings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

n  3   Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  3 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
Oh  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee  ! 

PSALM     140.     Common  Metre. 

1  T)ROTECTus,  Lordj  from  fatal  harm  3 
J7       Behold  our  riling  woes  5 

We  truft  alone  thy  pow'rful  arm, 
To  fcatter  all  our  foes. 

2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile  j 
While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 

Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare, 

Supplies  our  conftant  aid. 

4  Let  falfhood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  tafte  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  delufion  end. 

5  With  daily  bread  the  poorfupply, 

The  caufe  of  juftice  plead  ; 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 

With  Chrilt  the  glorious  head.  PSALM 


PSALM    CXLI,  CXLII.      263 

PSALM     141.     Ver.  2,  3,  4,  5. 
Watcbfulmfs  and  Brotherly  Love, 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm. 
j   Tfc  yTY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

JLV  A   Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrifke. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  ram  and  heedlefs  word  j 

Nx>r  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
^  Smke  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ? 

Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  ihed, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  preft  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief  j 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove  • 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM  142. God  is  the  Hope  of  the  Helplefs, 

I  rT^O  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 
From  God  I  fought  relief  j 
In  long  complaints  before  his  thjone 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 
%  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  1  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  ftrangers  paft  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  1  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

Q_6  5  Lord. 


264        PSALM      CXLIJI. 

.  5  Lordj  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes  who  vex  me  know 
I've  an  almighty  Friend. 
6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
Then  /hall  I  praife  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  mall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM     34^. 
Complaint  of  heavy  AffiiBions  in  Mind  and  Body. 

1  ]\  /f  Y  righteous  judge,  my  gracious  God, 
JL  V J[     Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  fuceour  from  thy  throne, 

Oh  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  : 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace : 
Shou'd  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 

No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me  j 
Down  to  the  duft  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  muling  fifence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace.. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  gfimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up ; 

I  ftretchmy  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  j 

Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die.  8  The 


PSALM      CXLIV.        265 

S  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diirreliing  pains,  diilreiling  fears ; 
Oh  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary "d  powers  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I/igh, 
■  And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 
JO  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,   and  fhow, 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  fhouid  go  : 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 
I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

1 1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill : 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  mall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  than  {hall  rage  in  vain  j 
And  fleih,  that  was  my  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

PSALM   144.    Fh-JlPart.  Ver.  1,2. 
Affi fiance  and  ViBory  in  the  fpirltuai  Warfare, 

1  fT?°^  ever  blefied  be  the  Lord, 
JP       My  Saviour  and  mymield  ; 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care  : 

Inftructs  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 

And  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 

My  fainting  hope  mail  raife  ;     • 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicfry  mine, 
And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 


266      PSALM     CXLIV,  CXLV. 

PSALM    144.     Second  Part.     Ver.  3,  4,  5,  6. 
The  Vanity  of  Man,  and  Condefcenjion  of  God, 

1  "J       O  R  D,  what  is 'man,  poor  feeble  man, 
1    j     Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 

His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  halting  to  the  duft. 

2  Oh  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  all  his  finful  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace ! 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  fhakes  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown  ! 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM    144.     Third  Part.     Ver.  12—15. 
Grace  above  Riches ;    or,  the  happy  Nation. 

I    T  T  A  P  P  Y  the  city,  where  their  fons 
XI.   LiIce  pilLars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters  bright  as  polinYd  ftones 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

a  Happy  the  land  in  culture  drefs'd, 

Whofe  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe  $-' 

Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reit, 

Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace.    . 

3  Happy  the  nation  thas  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God 
Himfelf  with  all  his  grace  bellows. 

PSALM     145.     Long  Metre. 
The  Greatnefi  of  God. 
I    1\  /T  Y   God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
XVJL  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  j 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raifc  the  fong. 

z  The 


PSALM      fcXLV.         267 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  j 
And  ey'ry  fetting  fun  /hall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  j 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  frream  j 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fhine, 
And  fpeak  thy  Majefty  divine  j 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceflion  of  thy  praife  j 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  long 

The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds  ! 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  j 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ! 

Valt  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

PSALM- 145.     1—7,  11— 13.     Flrfi  Part, 

The  Greatnefs  of  God. 
1   T     ON  G  as  I  live  I'll  hlefs  thy  name, 
1  J     My  King,  my  God  of  love  j 
My  work  and  joy  fhall  be  the  fame, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 
«  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
I'll  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  /hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  3 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  fhall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  found  thy  praife.  5  Thy 


268        PSALM       CXLV. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  powY,  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
With  public  fplendor  fhown. 

6  The  world  is  managM  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftands, 

Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove.  .      g 

PSALM     145.     Second  Part.     Ver.    7,  &c. 

The  Gocdnefs  of  God. 
3    QWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
J5     My  God,  my  heav'nly  king  ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  fkies  j 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fhine?, 
And  evYy  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thv  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compafiions,  Lord  ! 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  race 

Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace 
'  Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM     145.     14.   »7>  &V-   Third  Part, 

Mercy  to  Sufferers  j  or,  God  hearing  Prayer. 
I   T     ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
J  j     Thou  fov' reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
\n&  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

*  When 


PSALM      CXLVI.        269 

a  When  forrovv  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftreft 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppreflbr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry  ; 
And  their  beft  wi/hes  to  fulfil, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  mail  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
He  laves  the  fouls,  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  [His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  /hall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 

But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  /hall  fay, 

*  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [My  lip-s  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 

And  fprsad  his  fame  abroad j 
l?et  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM     146.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  Goodnej's  and  Tniitbt 
(RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  JhalFJdiH 


1  t>ra: 

jr  ^ 


Now  while  the  fiefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 
Praife  /hall  employ  my  nobleft  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures; 
My  days  of  praife  /hall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lift; 

Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 

Princes  muft  die  r.nd  turn  to  duft ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 

And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour.  4  Happy 


270        PSALM      CXLVI. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfraTs  God  :   He  made  the  fky, 
And  eurth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train, 
And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fccure  $ 

He  laves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor  j 
He  fends  the  lab'nng  confcience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  reftores  the  blind  j 
The  L',r:l  fupports  the  finking  mind  j 
He  helps  <:he  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  the  fai  its,  he  knows  them  well  j 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 
Thy  God,  O  Zi^n,  ever  reigns  j 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

P  S  A  L  M       46.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
Praife  to  Gee  for  bis  Goodnefs  and  Truth. 
I   T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
J[  And  when  ray  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
White  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  im  nortality  endures, 
a  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  mu*  die  and  turn  to  duft  } 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  : 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 
3  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfraTs  God  :   He  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  j 
He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4  The 


PSALM      CXLVI.        271 

4.  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  j 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  conference  peace  : 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well  j 
But-turns-the  wicked  down  to  hell  j 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  : 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftralns. 

6  1*11  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM     146.     Firji  Part. 
The  Divine  Nature,  Providence,  and  Grace* 

I   T)RA1SE  ye  the  Lord  j  'tis  good  to  raife 

JL     Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  5 

His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
2.  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 

And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 

His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 

And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  Heform'd  theftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names, 
His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might 5 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 

Pause 


272 


PSALM      CXLVII. 


Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  aroud  the  fky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  j 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force  ? 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  active  limb, 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM     J47.     Second  Part. 
Summer  and  iV'mter. 

1  T     E  T  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

[ j  And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  J 

For  fweet  the  joy,  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 

2  Our  children  live  fecure  and  bleft  ; 
Our  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft  j 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleffing  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  feaftas  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  j 

His  flakes  of  mow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  ; 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found  ; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

«;  He 


PSALM      CXLVII.         273 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 
The  ice  diffolves,  the  waters  flow  ; 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 

6  Thro'  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  fliown  j 
His  gofpel  thro'  the   nation  known  3 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 

To  ev'ry  Land  :   Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  147.  7— 9>  J  3— l8*  Common  Metre. 
TheSeafons  of  the  Year. 

1  \\  7TTH  longs  and  honour  founding  loud, 

\y         Addrefs  the  Lord-on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'  ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
.  And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  mow 'rs  of  bleffings  down 
,      To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 

He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  5 
But  man  who  taftes  his  fineft  wheat 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  j 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  ftores  on  high 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shali  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  5 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow^ 

And  bids  the  fpring  return.  8  The 


274        PSALM      CXLVIII. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     148.     Proper  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 
I    "X  7"E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

X      With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's   praife. 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright 

In  worlds  of  light 

Begin  the  fong. 
a  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to^your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 

Ye  floods  on  high, 

And  clouds  that  fly 

In  empty  air. 
3  The  fhining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word, 

And  all  their  frame 

From  nothing  came 

To  praife  the  Lord. 

4.  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  paft, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils, 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 

In  diflf'rent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife.  Pause. 


PSALM      CXLVIII.        275 

Pause. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fi/h  that  cleave  the  leas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  lleep  j 

Fr<5m  fea  and  more 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 
Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  fhine 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  Ikies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  $ 

Beafts  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies  and  worms, 
In  various  forms 
Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord  the  fov:  reign  king  j 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  fing  : 

Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  and  ftate 
Make  you  forget 
His  pow'r  fupreme. 

9  Virgins  and  youths  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join  : 

Wide 


276        PSALM      CXLVIII. 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
Ey  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefs  {trains. 

IO  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love: 
While  earth  and  fky 
*       Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  {hall  raife 
His  honours  high. 

PSALM  T4S.  Paraphrased  in  Long  Metre. 
Univerfal  Praife  to  God. 

1  T     OUD  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

J j  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell : 

Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note,  This  Pfalm   may   be  fung  to  the  Tune  of  the  old 
,  iiztb  or  117th  Pfalm ,  if  thefe  two  lines  be  added  to 
every  Stanza  (viz.) 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife. 

[Otherivife  it  muji  be  fung  to  the  ufual  Tunes  of  the 
Long  Metre, 

2  The  Lord,  how  abfolute  he  reigns, 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  {trains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs  : 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell, 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  tempefb  and  his  fame, 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  j 
Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 

Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air.  5  Let 


PSALM      CXLVIII.        277 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  j 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fea 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  fkill ; 
Ye  vallies  fink  before  his  eye ; 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  fky. 

7  Ye  ftubbom  oaks,  and  ftately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  : 
Praife  hun,  ye  beafts,  in  difF'rent  ftrains  3 
The  lamb  muft  bleat,   the  lion  roar. 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme, 
Who  form'd  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice  j 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  ftream 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 
Oh  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings  I 

10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

1 1  Jehovah  !   'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 
Oh  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 

But  faints  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord 
Are  bound  to  raifs  the  nobleft  fong. 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  1 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  Hallelujah's  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM  148.    Short  Metre -Univ  erf  at  Praife, 

I   1       ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

I    y     To  praife  th'  eternal  God ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hoft,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

R  Z  Thou 


278        PSALM      CXLVIII. 

Z  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name, 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  ikies, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  ihow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flafhing  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  expreft  ; 
But  faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Pause     Flirt. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Makers  praife  : 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monfters  of  the  feas. 

S  From  mountains  near  the  fky, 
Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 
9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beaflrs  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praife, 
10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear; 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 


ii  Ye 


PSALM      CXLIX.        279 

11  Ye  reptile  myriads  Join, 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies  in  beaut'ous  forms  that  mine, 
His  woud'rous  fkill  proclaim. 

is  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
But  faints  that  know  his  heav'nly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

Pause     Second. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  king  ; 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  ypur  honours  fpring. 

14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praifes  high ; 
While  growing  babes  and  withYing  age, 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  fhown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife ; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft  ; 
But  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
'   Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

PSALM     149. 

Praife  God>  all  bis  Saints  j  or,  the  Saints  judging  tbe  World, 
1      A   L  L  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
JfX     And  let  your  fongs  be  new ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  mew. 

a  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fing  5 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife> 
While  Zion  owns  her  king. 

R  a  3  The 


?8o  PSALM       CL. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the juft, 

Whom  finners  treat  with  fcornj 
The  meek  that  lie  defpis'd  in  duft 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  fhould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  /hall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  mail  fill  thlir  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  ; 
And  veng'ance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  veng'ance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear,      * 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron-rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel ; 
And  join  the  ftntence  of  their  God', 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  finners,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumph  fhall  afford  : 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains  r 
Praife  ye  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM     15c.     1,  2,  €. 

A  Song  of  Praife, 

1  T*  N  God's  own  houfc  pronounce  his  praife, 
X     His  grace  he  there  reveals  j 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

a  Let  all  your  facred  pamons  move, 
While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  j 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 


AH 


D  O  X  O  L  O  G  I  E  S.         281 

3  AH  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  j 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  fliall  praife  him  beft. 

The  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,   God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LE  T  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  Saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre,  zvbere  the  'Tune  includes  Pivo  Stanzas, 

1   )  1  *HE   God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
J_       Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  wore, 
And  new-creating  breath. 
2,  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worflup  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

R  3  As 


282         DOXOLOGIES. 

As  the  uyh  Pfalm. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n,^ 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  'the  \fith  Pfalm, 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  j 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  king, 
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HYMNS 

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SPIRITUAL    SON  G  S. 

BOOK    I.~~ 

Colleded  from  the  Holy  Scriptures. 

HYMN     i.      Common  Metre. 

A  New  Song  to  the  Lamb  that  was  fittm. 
Rev.  v.  6,  8,  9 — 12. 

I    T>  EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  lamb 
XJ     Amidft  his  father's  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 
And  fongs  before  unknown. 
Z  Let  elders  worfliip  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odours  fweet, 
And  harps  of  fweeter  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints, 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  : 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  mail  look 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  mall  take  that  book 
And  open  ev'ry  feal  ? 

A  2  c  He 


'y-r/ 


2  H  Y  M  N    II.  [Book  I. 

5  He  fhall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deferves  it  well; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell!] 

6  Now  to  the  lamb  that  once  was  flam 

Be  endlefs  blefiings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood, 

Haft  fet  the  prisoners  free, 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God, 
And  we  fhall  reign  with  thee. 
2  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  pat  beneath  thy  pow*r  ; 
Then  marten  thefe  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

HYMN     2.      Long  Metre. 
The  Deity  and  Humanity  of  Chr  i  st,    John  i.  I,  3, 
14.  and  Co\.  i.  16.  tfWEph.  iii.  9,  10. 
j    T"?PvE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad, 
fl"\     From  everlafting  was  the  Word  j 
With  God  he  was  5  tht  Word  was  God, 
And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 
a  By  his  own  pow'r  ail  things  were  made  $ 
By  him  fupported  all  things  ftand  j 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 
He  held  the  hoft  of  morning  ftarsj 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'niy  forms  j 
The  word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
Drefs'd  in  fuch  feeble  ficCa  as  they. 

5  Mortals 


Book  I.]  HYMN    III. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  father's  only  fon  : 

How  full  of  truth  !   how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  through  his  eyes  the  godhead  ihone  ? 

6  Arch-Angels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  rayft'ries  here,  and  cell 
The  loves  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  glories  of  Jmmanuel. 

HYMN     3.       Short  Metre. 

The  Nativity  of  Christ,  Luko  i.   30,  <S:c» 

Luke  ii.   10,  &c. 

I   "I3EHOLD,  the  grace  appears, 
|3     The  promife  is  fulfili'd  j 
Mary  the  wond'rous  virgin  bears, 
And  Jefus  is  the  Child, 
a  ("The  Lord,  the  higheir.  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  fon ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  fhall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  fway  ; 
The  nations  Ihail  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news 

A  heav'nly  form  appears  j 
He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys 
And  banifnes  their  fears. 

5  **  Go  humble  fwains,  faid  he, 

"  To  David's  city  fly; 
"  The  promised  infant,  born  to  day, 
"  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  "  With  looks  and  hearts  ferene 

"  Go  viut  Christ  your  king," 
And  ftraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  : 
The  Shepherds  heard  them  fing. 

A3  7  «  Gloi 

Hi 


4  H  Y  M  N    V.  [BookI. 

7  "  Glory  to  God  on  high 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
"  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At  the  redeemer's  birth  !" 

8  [In  worfhip  fa  divine 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues, 
With  the  celeftial  holts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  thejr  fongs. 

9  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
"  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At  our  redeemer's  birth."] 

HYMN  4,  referred  to  thefecond  Pfatm. 

HYMN     5.      Common  Metre. 
Submifflon  to  Afflictive  Providences,  Job  i.  21. 
I   TW  TAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
J^\      And  crept  to  life  at  firft, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  duft. 
a  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  fnort  favours  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God'  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  finks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  (blelTed  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paflions  then! 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 

Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  will, 

And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5  Iflmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praifes  fliall  be  fpread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  ft.  ikes  our  comforts  dead. 

HYMN 


Book  L]         HYMN    VI,  VII.  5 

HYMN     6.     Common  Metre. 
Triumph  over  Death,  Job  xix.  25,  26,  *7» 

1  S~^S  RE  AT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft, 
VJ     And  nature  muft  decay  j 

I  yield  my  body  to  the  dure, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  j 
My  Jefus,  my  redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  faviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  conqu'ror  fhall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  the  laft  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquilrTd  at  his  feet. 

4  Tho'  greedy  worms  devour  my  {kin, 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  flem, 
When  God  fhall  build  my  bones  again, 
He  clothes  them  all  afrefh  : 

5  Then  fhall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thine  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  furprife. 

HYMN    7.      Common  Metre. 

The  Invitation  of  the  Go/pel:  or,  Spiritual  :JFood  and 

Cloathing,    Ifa.  lv.   I,  &c. 

1  I      ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
1  wj     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice; 

The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !   all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  ftrive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
And  bid  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

A  4  4  Ho! 


6  H  Y  M  N    VIII.  [Book  I. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirft 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows 
Like  floods  of  milk,  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  peri/hing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  "work  with  mighty  pain, 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 

That  will  not  hide  your  flu. 

7  Come  naked  and  adorn  your  fouls 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear  God  !  the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlafting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  mis'ries  are, 
And  boundlefs  as  our  fins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel-grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lor  d  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN     8.      Common  Metre. 

The  Safety  and  Prote&lon  of  the  Churchy 

Ifa.  xxvi.   i — 6. 

1  T  TOW  honourable  is  the  place 
JL  JL  Where  vue  adoring  ftund, 
Zion  the  glory  or  the  earth 

And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell  j 
The  walls,  of  ftrcng  falvation  made, 
Defy  th'  aflaults  of  hell. 

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Book  I.]  H  Y  M  N     IX.  7 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 
The  doors  wide  optn  fling  j 
Enter  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  ftatutes  of  our  king. 
4.  Kere  fhall  you  tafte  unrningled  joys, 
And  live  in  perfect  peace  j 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  truir, 

And  banifh  all  your  fears  : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  tho'  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm  fhall  bring  them  low : 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  fhall  bow. 

7  On  Eabylon  our  feet  fhall  tread 

In  that  rejoicing  hour  j 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  fhall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

HYMN     9.      Common  Metre. 
The  Prcmifcs  of  the  Covenant  of  Grace,     Ifa.  lv.  r,  2. 

Zech.  xiii.  i.  Mic.  vii.  19.  Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &c. 
1   "TN  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives 
X     To  gather  empty  wind; 
The  choiceft  bleflings  earth  can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 
%  Come,   and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  our  fouls, 
With  more  fubfxantial  meat ; 
With  fuch  as  faints  irt  glory  love, 
With  fuch  as  angeis  eat. 

3   Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  j 
He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

A  5  4  Come 


8  HYMN.   X.  [BookI. 

4  Come  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 

And  wafh  away  our  ftains, 

In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 

Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

5  [Our  guilt  fhall  vanifh  all  away, 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before  j 
Our  fin  fhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 
And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  fhould  o'erfpread 

Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 
His  fpirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  purifying  rain.] 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftubborn  thing, 

That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
Shall  be  diflblv'd  by  love. 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away 

That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace 
Beftow  a  fofter  mind. 

9  There  fhall  his  facred  fpirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law, 

And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 

To  fwift  obedience  draw. 

i  o  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 

And  we  fhall  render  praife  $ 

We  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 

And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

HYMN     io.     Short  Metre. 
The  Blejfednefs  of  Gofpel-Times :    or,   The  Revelation  of 
Christ  to  Jews  and  Gentiles,  Ifa.  v.  2,  7,  8,  9,  10. 
Matt.  xiii.   16,  17. 

I    TTOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
JLjL     Who  ftand  on  Zion's  Hill ! 
Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How 


Book  I.]       .      H  Y  M  N     XI.  9 

z  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion  behold  thy  faviour-king, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  oar  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blefled  are  our  eyes 

That  fee  this  heav'nly  light; 

Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 

But  dy'd  without  the  fight! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
Let  evVy  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN     11.     Long  Metre. 

The  Humble  enlightened,  and  carnal  Reafon- bumbled;   or, 

The  Sovereignty  of  Grace,    Luke  x.  21,2,2.. 
I  fT^HERE  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoie'd, 
J[       And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife  j 

"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 

"  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns  and  feas. 
a  "  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 

"  That  crowns  my  dottrine  with  fuccefs; 

"  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 

**  The  heights,   and  breadths,  and  lengths  of  grace, 
3  "  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd  , 

"  From  men  of  prudence  and  of,  wit; 

**  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds'the'u  eyes, 

«•'  And  their  own  pride  refills  the  light. 

,      ...       A.  6  4  "Father 


io         H  Y  M  N    Xir,  XIII.       [Book  J. 

4.  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 
"  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  mould  be  fo  ; 
"  'Tis  thy  delight  t7  abafe  the  proud, 
"  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 

"  But  thofe  that  learn  it  from  the  Son  j 

<*  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 
C  "  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 

"  That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  j 

"  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 

'*  Or  of  his  a&ions,  or  decrees." 

H  Y  M  N     12.     Common  Metre. 
Free  Grace  in  revealing  Christ,  Luke  x.  21. 
j    TESUS,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
»f      A  mourner  all  his  days  j 
His  Spirit  once  rejoie'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 
a  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 
"  That  hath  revealed  thy  Son 
*'  To  men  unlearned }  and  to  babes 
"  Has  made  thy  gofpel  known. 

3  "  The  myft'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

"  Are  hidden  from  the  wife  } 
<f  While  pride  and  carnal  reas'ning  join 
"  To  fwell  and  blind  their  eyes." 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  ef  grace 
By  his  own  fov' reign  will. 

HYMN     13.     Long  Metre. 
The  Son  of  God  incarnate:  or,  The  Titles  and  the 
Kingdom  of  Christ,  Ifa.  ix.  2,  6,  7. 
j  T  I  ^HE  lands  that  long  in  da»knefslay, 
X     Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light  \ 
Nations  that  fat  in  deaths  cold  /hade, 
Arc  blds'd  with  beams  divinely  bright.  2  The 


Book  I.]  HYMN     XIV.  n 

2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expected  Child  appear  ! 
What  mall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 

,    "  The  Wonderful,  the  Counfeiior  !" 

3  [This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  befuckled  and  adjr'd; 

Th'   eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David  and  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 

Upon  his  moulder  mail  be  laid;  y 

His  wide  dominions  mail  increafe, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  holy  child,  mail  fit 
High  on  his  Father  David's  throne  ; 
Shall  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

HYMN     14.     Long  Metre. 

The  Triumph  of  Faith  :  or,  Chr  is  t'j  unchangeable 
Lcve,  Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 

I   \X7'H0  Aal1  the  Lord's  ele<a  condemn? 
V  V     'Tis  God  that  juftines  their  fouls  ; 

And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  ftream, 

O'er  all  their  (ins  divinely  rolls. 
a  Who  mall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 

'Tis  Chriftthat  fufFer'din  their  fteadj 

And  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  riling  from  the  dead  ! 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives,  and  fits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there  j 

Who  mail  divide  us  from  his  love  ? 
Or  what  mould  tempt  us  to  defpair  ! 

4  Shall  perfecution,  or  diftrefs, 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 
He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  thro', 
And  makes  us  more  than  con^u'rors  too. 

<  Faith 


12         H  Y  M  N     XV,  XVI.       [Book  I. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrift  is  our  life,  our  joy,    our  hope  ; 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 

HYMN     15.     Long  Metre. 
Our  own  Weaknefs,  and  Christ  cur  Strength, 
2,  Cor.  xii.  7,  9,  10. 
I    T     £T  me  but  hear  my  faviour  fay, 

JL/  "  Strength  ihall  be  equal  to  thy  day ;" 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs, 
Leaning  on  all-fufficient  grace. 

a  I  g'.orv  in  infirmity 

Tnat  Christ's  own  pow'r  m-y  reft  on  me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  mield  and  Christ  my  fong. 

3  I  can  d">  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  fur?  rings,  if  my  Lord  be  there; 
Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  rind  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Samfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  coft; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprize, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

HYMN      16.     Common  Metre. 
Hofarra  to  Christ,  Matt.  xxi.  9.   Luke  xix.  3?,  40. 
1    JT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  royal  Son 
j[~J_      Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 
His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 

Mvfterious  and  divine.  2  The 


Book  I.]        H  Y  M  N   XVII,  XVIII.       13 

2.  The  root  of"  David  here  we  rind, 
And  offspring  is  the  fame  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our Immakuil's  name. 
3  Blefs'd  he  that-comes  to  wretched  men 
With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 
Hofannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
To  Christ  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 
4.  Let  mortals,  ne'er  refufe  to  take  .  .   .  . 
Th'  Hofanna  on  their  tongues, 
Left  rocks  and-ft  ones  ihould  rife  and  break 
Their  filence  into  fongs. 

H  Y  M  N      17.     Common  Metre. 
Victory  over  Death,     i  Cor.  xv.    55,  &c 
I   /~\  For  an  overcoming  Faith 
\^P     To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter,  Death, 
And  aii  his  frightful  pow  rs  ! 
Z  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 
My  quiv'ring  lipsfhould  ling, 
"  Where  is  thy  boafted  vicVry,   grave  ? 
"  And  where  the  monfters  fting  ?" 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure  j 

Death  hath  nj  fting  befidej 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow  r  j 
But  Christ,  my  ranfom  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die, 
Thro'  Christ  our  living  head. 

H  Y  M  N     18.     Common  Metre. 
Blejfed  are  the  Dead  that  die  in  Lor  d,    Rev.  xiv.  3. 
1    T  TEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
_£JL      For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 

2.  Thev 


14  HYMN     XIX.  [Book  I. 

a  They  die  in  Jefus  and  are  blefs'dj 
How  kind  their  flumbers  are  ! 
From  fuff'rings  and  from  fins  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftrife 
They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  } 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN     19.     Common  Metre. 

The  Song  of  Simeon :  or,  Death  made  defirabky 

Luke  ii.  27,  &c. 

1  T     ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

J /     As  happy  Simeon  came, 

And  hope  to  meet  our  faviour  here  j 

O  make  our  joys  the  fame  ! 

2  "With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  whither'd  arms 
He  clafp'd  the  holy  child  j 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,  he  cry'd, 

"  Eehold  thy  fervant  dies  5 
"  I've  (een  thy  great  falvation,  Lord  j 
"  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  t(  This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  fliine 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands  j 
"  Thine  Ifr'el's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
*'  To  break  their  flavifh  bands." 

5  [Jefus  !   the  vifion  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms ! 
Scarce  fhall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-ftrings  break, 

How  fweet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  foul.  J 

HYMN 


Book  I.]         HYMN    XX,  XXI.         15 

HYMN     20.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  Af>f>arel>  namely.  The  Robe  of  Rigbteoufnefs,  and 

Garment  of  Salvation,  Ifai.  Ixi.   10. 

1  A   WAKE  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 
XX.     Prepare  a  tuneful  voice, 

In  God,  the  life  of  ali  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 

And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
Upon  a  poor  pollued  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  mine. 

3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  faviour  wrought, 
And  caft  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'niy  robe  exceeds 

What  sarthiy  princes  wear  ! 
Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  fpirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 

And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 

But  Jefus  fpent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteoufnels. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  facred  three  ! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

HYMN     21.     Common  Metre. 

A  Vijion  of  the  Kingdom  of  Christ  among  M.k, 

Rev.  xxi.   1 — 4. 

1  1'     O,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
I    /     To  our  believing  eyes  ! 

The  earth  and  feas  are  pafVd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  ikies : 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  refides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 

Adorn'd  with  lhining  grace.  3  Attend- 


16  M  Y  M  N    XXIV.         [Book  I. 

3  Attending  angels  lhout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  ling, 

"  Mortals,  behold  the  faded  feat 

"  Of  your  defcending  king  ! 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

"  Removes  his  blefs'd  abode  j 
"  Men  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  if  His  own  foft  hand  mall  wipe  the  tears 

'*  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye; 
"  And  pains  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
«  And  death  itfelf  ihall  die." 

6  How  long  dear  faviour,  O  how  long  ! 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 
HYMN   22  and  23,  referred  to  the  \z$tb  Pfalm. 
HYMN     24.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  Shiner  dying,   Pfal.  xlix.   6,  9.    Ecd.  viii.  S, 
Job  iii.   1*,   15. 
X   TTN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 
_£_  And  heap  their  mining  duft  in  vain  j 
Look,  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor, 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright,  nor  bribe  approaching  death, 
From  glittering  roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  Theling,ring,  the  unwilling  foul, 
The  difmal  fummonsmuft  obey, 
And  bid  a  long,  and  fad  farewel, 
To  the  pale  lump  of  lifelefs  clay. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  flaves  have  equal  thrones  : 
Their  bones  without  dillinction  lie, 
Amongfl:  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 

The  Reft  referred  to  the  49^  Pfalm. 

HYMN 


Book  I.]  HYMN     XXV.  17 

HYMN     25.     Long  Metre. 
A  Vijion  of  the  Lamby  Rev.  v.  6 — -9. 
I      A   LL  mortal  vanities  begone, 

_xX     Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  j 

Behold  amidft  th'  eternal  throne 

A  virion  of  the  lamb  appears, 
a  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 

Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  ; 

Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 

To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  powV. 

3  Lo,   he  receives  a  fealed  book 
From  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne; 
Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown.] 

4  All  the  aflembling  faints  around 
Fall  worshipping  before  the  lamb, 
And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found 
Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 

5' [The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills; 
'*  Worthy  art  thou  alone,  they  cry, 
«f  To  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feals."] 

6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  ftrain, 
And  with  tranfporting  pleafure  fing, 

"  Worthy  the  lamb  that  once  was  flain, 
'*  To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king !" 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  defigns; 
Kis  grace  and  vengeance  Ihall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines  : 

8  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wretches  that  did  once  rebel, 
Are  now  made  favVites  of  their  Gop* 

9  Worthy  forever  is  the  Lord, 
That  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  father's  throne  I    .  HYMN 


18       H  Y  M  N  XXVI,  XXVII.     [Book  I. 

HYMN     16.     Common  Metre. 
Hope  of  Heaven  by  the  Refurre&kn  of  C  H  r  i  s  t , 

B!  Pet.  i.    ,-5. 
LESS'D  be  the  everlafting  God, 
The  father  of  our  Lor  d  j 
Ee  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  majefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raisM  his  fon, 

And  caird  him  to  the  flcy, 
He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
That  they  mould  never  die. 

3  What  tho'  our  inbred  fins  require 

Our  flefh  to  fee  the  dull:, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
So  all  his  followers  mull. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  againft  that  day  } 
*Tis  uncorrupted,  undenTd, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept, 

'Till  the  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith  as  ftrangers  here, 
'Till  Chriil:  fhall  call  us  home. 

HYMN     27.     Common  Metre. 

Affurance  of  Heaven :    or,  a  Saint  prepaid  to  die, 

2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  iS. 

1  r  ¥  "\EATH  may  diflblve  my  body  now, 
L  \J     And  bear  my  fpirithome  j 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  How, 

Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  foughf 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finiih'd  my  coune  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'nfor  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade ; 
The  righteous  judge  at  that  great  day 

Shall  place  it  on  my  head.  4  Nor 


Book  I.]         HYMN     XXVIII.  19 

4  Nor  hath  the  king  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  mail  guard  me  fafe 

From  ev'ry  ill  defign  j 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlafting  aid, 

And  hell  mail  rage  in  vain  j 
To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid 
And  endlefs  praife.     Amen, 

HYMN     a8.     Common  Metre. 
the  Triumph  of  Christ  over  the  Emmies  of  his  Church, 

Ifa.  lxiii.    1,  3,  &c. 
X   T"T  THAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 
V  V        Comes  travelling  in  ftate 
Along  the  Idumenian  road, 
Av^ay  from  Bozrah's  gate. 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

'Tis  fome  victorious  king  : 
"  'Tis  I,  the  Jul*,  th'  almighty  one, 
"  That  your  falvation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  enquire, 

Why  thine  apparel's  red  ; 
And  all  thy  vefture  flain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 

"  Andcrum'd  my  foes  alone  } 
'*  My  wrath  has  ftruck  the  rebels  dead, 
11  My  fury  ftamp'd  them  down. 

5  "  'Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dies  my  robes 

"  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains  ; 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
"  Sprung  from  my  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  mall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd 

"  That  dare  iniult  my  faints  : 
"  I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 

f*  An  ear  for  their  complaints."  HYMN* 


I 


20        HYMN    XXIX,  XXX.      [Book  I. 

HYMN     2,9.     Common  Metre. 
TbefeccnJ  Part :  or,  the  Ruin  of  Ant\cbr'ijly 
I  fa.  lxiii.  4 — 7. 
Lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 
Where,  antiehrift  has  ftood  j 
"  The  city  of  my  gofpel-foes 
'•'  Shall  be  a  held  of  blood, 
a  "  My  heart  has  ftudy'djuft  revenge, 
'*  And  now  the  day  appears, 
M  The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, 
"  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  ««  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 

"  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  ihall  move, 
"  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain ; 

"  Then  has  my  gofpel  none? 
"  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
"  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 

5  "  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  fword 

"  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around, 
**  Babel  fhallreel  beneath  my  itroke, 
**  And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 
€  Thy  honours,   O  victorious  king  ! 
Thine  own  right  hand  lnall  raife, 
While  we  thine  awful  vengeance  fing, 
And  our  deliv'rer  praife. 

HYMN     30.     Long  Metre. 
Prayer  for  Deliverance  anfivered,  Ifa.  xxvi.  8—20, 
I   TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
X  We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace  j 
Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 
X    My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongft  the  black  fh.3des  of  lonefome  night  j 
My  earneft  cries  falute  the  Ikies 
Before  the  dawn  reftore  the  light. 

3  Look 


Book  I.]  HYMN    XXXII. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  fhall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  fell  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !   the  eternal  rends  the  fky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  raufic  to  his  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come  children,  to  your  father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
'Till  the  fierce  ftorms  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

€  My  fword  fhall  boaftits  thoufands  flain, 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  foft  and  ihady  wings. 

HYMN    31,    referred  to  the  \JiPf aim. 

HYMN     32.     Common  Metre. 
Strength  from  Heaven^    Ifa.  xl.  27 — 30. 
J  TT  THENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  ? 
V  V        -And  where's  our  courage  fled? 
Has  reftlefs  fin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 
z  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name 
That  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlafting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell  j 
He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  fhall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe. 


5  The 


22         HYMN  XXXIX,  XL.      [Book  L 

5  The  faints  fhall  mount  on  eagles  wings, 
And  tafte  the  promis'd  bill's, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfecl  pleafure  is. 
HYMN  33,  34,  35,  36,  37,  38,  referred  to Pfalm  exxxi. 
exxxiv.  lxvii.  Jxxiii.  xc.  and  lxxxiv. 
HYMN    \^\  Common  Metre. 
God's  tender  Care  ofhh  tburcb,  Ifa.  xlix.  13,  &c. 

1  "^TOW  fhall  my  inward  j  ys  arife, 

_X\j      And  burft  into  a  fong;  • 

Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirfty  Sion-hill 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  foleran  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  ihowY  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  fhall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts 
Her  fuclding  have  no  room  ? 

5  "  Yet,  faith  the"  Lord,  fhould  nature  change, 

"  And  mothers  mongers  prove, 
*■  Sion  ftill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
"  Of  everlafting  love. 

6  u  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

"  I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
"  My  hands  fhall  raife  her  ruin'd  walls, 
"  And  build  her  broken  frame." 

HYMN     40.     Long  Metre. 
The  Bufinefs  and  Bleffednefs  of  glorified  Saints, 
P.ev.  viii.   13,  &c. 
I   "  \\  7HAT  happy  men  or  angels,  thefe, 

yy     u  That  all  their  robes  are  fpotlefs  white  ? 
"  Whence  did  their  glorious  troop  arrive 
"  At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light?"  a  From 


Book  I.]  HYMN     XLI.  23 

2  From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
And  feas  of  their  own  blood,  they  came: 
But  nobler  blood  has  wafh'd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Chrift  the  dying  lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  th'  almighty  throne, 
With  loud  hofannas  night  and  dayf 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  three  one, 
Meafure  their  bleiVd  eternity. 

4  No  more  fnall  hunger  pain  their  fouls  | 
He  bids  their  parching  thirfr  be  gone} 
And  fpreads  the  /hadow  of  his  wings, 
To  fcreen  'em  from  the  fcorching  fun. 

5  The  lamb,  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  fhed  around  his  milder  beams  j 
There  lhall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  ftreams.  ' 

6  Thus  mail  their  mighty  blifs  renew 
Thro'  the  vaft  round  of  endleisyears, 
And  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace, 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 

HYMN     41.     Common  Metre. 
Tbsjame:  or,  The  Martyrs  glor'ified,  Rev.  vii.  1 3,  &c« 

1  «  /nr^HESE  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 

J[_        "  Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
"  How  came  they  to  the  happy  feats 
"  Of  everlafting  day  r" 

2  From  tort1  ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  ftrangely  wafh'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jefu's  dying  blood. 
5  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 
And  bow  before  his  throne ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  foegs 
Adore  the  holy  one. 
4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 
Amongft  his  faints  refide, 
While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

B  '  5  Tormecf. 


24  HYMN    XLII.  [Book  I. 

5  Tormenting  thirft  (hall  leave  their  fouls, 

And  hunger  flee  as  f'aftj 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 

6  The  lamb  fliall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  fliall  wipe  away 
The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 

HYMN     42.     Common  Metre. 
Divine  Wrath  and  Mercy,  Nahum  i.   2,  &c. 

1  A  DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
J\^     Is  a  *  confutning  fire  ; 

His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance  how  it  burns  ! 

How  bright  his  fury  glows  ? 
Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  ftorms, 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 
/-       Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 

But  kindled,  oh  !  how  fierce  they  blaze  ! 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a  watry  grave  : 
The  frighted  fea  makes  hafte  away, 
And  flirinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 

5  Through  the  wild  air  the  weighty  rocks 

Are  fwift  as  hail-ftones  hurl'd  j 
Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 
That  fliakes  the  folid  world  j 
C  Yet  mighty  God  !  thy  fov'reign  grace 
Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race 
When  wrath  comes  rufhing  down. 
7  Thy  hand  fliall  on  rebellious  kings 
A  fiery  tempeft  pour, 
While  we  beneath  thy  flielt'ring  wings 
Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 
*  Heb,  xii.  29.  HYMN 


Book  I.]  HYMN     XLV.  25 

II  Y  M  N    43,   referred  to  Pfalm  c. 
H  Y  M  N    44,  referred  to  Pfalm  cxxxiii. 

HYMN     45.     Common  Metre. 
The  laji  Judgment,  Rev.  xxi.   5 — 8. 

1  OEE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
^     Fills  a  majeftic  throne, 
While  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 

Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 

2  ["  I  am  the  firft  and  I  the  laft, 

11  Thro'endlefs  years,  the  fame  : 
"  I  AM  is  my  memorial  frill, 
"  And  my  eternal  name. 

3  M  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 

"  My  royal  grace  beftows  ; 
"  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come  tafte  the  ftreams 
"  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 

4  ['*  The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon ; 
l(  The  whole  creation  fhall  reward 
**  The  conquefts  he  has  won. 

5  <{  But  bloody  hands  and  hearts  unclean, 

"  And  all  the  lying  race, 
"  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
*'  That  fpurn  at  ofFer'd  grace  5 

6  "  They  fhall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 

(i  Bound  faft  in  iron  chains, 
"  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 
"  Where  fire  and  Darknefs  reigns."] 

7  O  may  I  ftand  before  the  lamb, 

When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  bleflings  on  my  head  ! 

8  May  1  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  finners  banifh'd  down  to  hell, 
No  more  offend  my  fight. 
HYMN  46  and  47,  referred  to  Pfalm  148,  and  Pfalm  3. 
B  a    "  HYMN 


z6      HYMN  XLVIII,  XLIX.     [Book  I. 

HYMN     48.     Long  Metre. 
The  Cbrijiian  Racet  I  fa.  xl.  28 — 31. 
I       A   WAKE  our  fouls,  (away  our  fear?, 

jtx_  Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 

Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 

And  put  a  chearful  courage  on. 
i  True,  'tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint  j 

But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

That  feeds  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matxhjjefs  pow'r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  mm  endures  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlafting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  fouls  {hail  drink  a  frelh  fupply, 
While  fuchas  truft  their  native  ltrength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  lhall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidft  the  heav'nly  road. 

HYMN     49.     Common  Metre. 
The  If'crks  of  Mo/a  and  the  Lamb,  Rev.  xv.  3» 

1  T  TOW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  ! 
Xl     Who  would  not  fear  thy  nam': ! 
Jefus,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are  ! 

Who  would  not  love  the  lamb  ! 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Mofei  did, 

Our  prophet  and  our  king  j 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fing, 

3  In  the  Red-fea  by  Mofes'  hand, 

Th'  Egjptian  ho(t  was  drown'd  ; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  fins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

A.  When 


Book  I.]  H  Y  M  N    L.  27 

4  When  thro'  the  defart  Ifrael  went, 

With  manna  they  were  fed  j 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flefh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 

Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ; 
But  Chrift  mail  bring  his  followers  home 
To  fee  his  father's  face. 

6  Then  will  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 
And  fweeter  voices  tune  thefong 
Of  Mofes  and  the  lamb. 

HYMN     50.     Common  Metre. 
Tbe  Song  of  Zacharias,    and  the  Meffage  of  John  the 
Eaptiji :  or,  Light  and  Salvation  by  Jesus  Christ, 
Luke  i.  68,  &c.    John  i.  29,  32. 

1  XJOW  be  the  God  of  Ifr'el  blefs'd, 
JL^j      Who  makes  his  truth  appear  j 
His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 

And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 

With  bleflings  from  the'fkies  ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow, 
The  promis'd  horn  arife. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face  j 
The  herald  which  our  faviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon'd  fins  j 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love, 
In  its  own  glory  fhines. 

5  "  Behold  the  lamb  of  God,  he  cries, 

11  That  takes  our  guilt  away  ; 
"  I  faw  the  fpirit  o'er  his  head 
"  On  his  baptizing-day.] 

B  3  6  «  Be 


28  HYMN    Li.  [Book  I. 

6  ".  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 

11  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
"  The  proud  muft  ftoop,  and  humble  fouls 
"  Shall  his  Taxation  know. 

7  "  The  heathen  realms  with  Kiel's  land 

"  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  ; 
«<  And  all  that's  born  of  man  fhallfee 
'*  The  glory  of  the  lord. 

8  "  Behold  the  morning-ftar  arife, 

«  Ye  that  in  darknefs  fit ; 
"  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace,  , 

"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

HYMN     5-.     Short  Metre. 
Perfverirg  Grace.,  Jude  24,  25. 

1  t  J"^0  God  the  only  wife, 

Our  faviour  and  our  king, 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  fkies 
Their  humble  praifes  bring. 

%  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  couniel  and  his  care, 
Preferves  us  fare  from  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 

3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 

UnblemiftYd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
"With  joys  divinely  great. 
.4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  redeemer  God, 

Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs^. 
Immortal  crowns  of  majefty, 
And  everlafting  fongs. 

HYMN 


Book  I.]         HYMN    LII,  LIII.         29 

HYMN     52.     Long  Metre. 
Baptifm,  Mat.  xxviii.  19.     Ac~ts  ii.   30. 

1  5HT^\VAS  the  commiffion  of  our  Lord, 

JL     "  Go,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize." 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word 
Since  he  afcenJed  to  the  fkies. 

2  He  fits  upon  th'  eternal  hiils, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  fends  his  cov'nant  with  the  feals, 
To  blefs  the  diftant  Chriftian  lands. 

3  "  Repent,   and  be  baptiz'd,  he  faith, 
"  For  theremiiiion  of  your  finsj" 
And  thus  our  fenfe  affifts  our  faith, 
And  fhews  us  what  his  gofpel  means. 

4  Our  fouls  he  waflies  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  fpirit  from  our  God 
Defcends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  j 
O  may  the  great  eternal  three 

In  heaven  our  folemn  vows  record  ! 

HYMN     53.     Long  Metre. 

The  Holy  Scriptures,  Heb.  i.     2  Tim.  iii.  15,  16. 

Pfalm  cxlvii.  19,  20. 

1  /"    1  OD  who  in  various  methods  told 
VJT  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  fon  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2  Cur  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n, 

Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd, 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'd  j 

The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  renroof  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye 


3o         HYMN    LIV,  LV.         [Book  I. 

4  Ye  Chriftian  ifles,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epiftles  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land.)     Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

HYMN     <J4.     Long  Metre. 
E letting  Grace :    or,    Saints  beloved  in  Chr  ist, 
Eph.  i.  3,  &c. 
I    TESUS,  we  blefs  thy  father's  name  j 
^f    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame  \ 
"What  heav'nly  blefiings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  finners  thro'  his  fon  ! 

4  "  Chrift  be  my  firft  elect,"  he  faid, 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  head, 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  j 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 
**  Blamelefs  in  love,  a  holy  feed." 

4  Predeftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once} 
A  new  regenerated  race, 
To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 
j;  With  Chrift  our  Lord  we  fhare  our  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart ; 
Nor  fhall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  firft-belov'd. 

HYMN     55.     Common  Metre. 

Hexekiatis  Song :    or,  Sicknefs  and  Recovery,  Ifa» 

xxxviii.  9,  &c. 

1  "\TI  THEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs, 

V  V        Our  God  deferves  a  fong  j 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  Hezelciah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
Jf  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 

Commands  them  faft  again.  3  Pain* 


Book  I.]  HYMN     LVI.  3* 

3  Pains  of  the  flefh  are  want  t'  abufe 

Cur  miniis  with  flavifh  fears  ; 
"  Our  days  are  paft,   aid  we  fhall  lofe 
"  The  remnant  of  our  years." 

4  We  chatter  with  a  (wallow's  voice, 

Oi  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
"With  bitternefs  inftead  of  joys, 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  ipeaks'the  healing  word, 

And  no  diieafe  vvithflands  j 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  che  firings  of  life  mould  break, 

He  can  our  frame  reltore  : 
He  cafes  our  fins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

.HYMN     56.     Common  Metre. 
the  Song  of  Mofes  and  the  Lc:v.b  :  or,  Babylon  falling) 

Rev    xv.    3.  and  ch.  xvi.    19.  and  xvii.   6. 
I   ~\1\  7"E  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
V  V         We  found  thy  dreadful  name  j 
The  Chriffian  church  unites  the  fongs 
Of  Mofes  and  the  lamb. 
1  Great  God,  how  wond'rous  are  thy  works 
Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  : 
Thou  king  of  faints,  almighty  Lord, 
How  juft  and  true  thy  ways  ! 

3  Who  dares  refufe  eo  fear  thy  name, 

Orworfhip  at  thy  throne  ; 
Thy  judgments  fpeak  thine  holinefa 
Thro'  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth, 

Drunk  with  the  martyr's  blood, 
Her  crimes  fhall  fpeediiy  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  lhe  muff,  drink  the  dregs ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  l'ov'rejgn  judge, 

And  fhall  fulfil  the  plagues.  HYMN 


32  HYMN    LVIL  [Book  I. 

HYMN     57.     Common  Metre. 
Original  Sin:  or,  Tbefirjiandfecond  Adam,  Rom.  v.  12, 
.     &c.  Pfal.  li.  5.  Job  xiv.  4. 

1  BACKWARD  with  humble  fhame  we  look 
J6   9     On  our  original ; 

How  is  our  nature  dafh'd  and  broke 
In  our  firft  father's  fall  ? 

2  To  all  that's  good  averfe  and  blind, 

Eut  prone  to  all  that's  ill; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mind  ! 
How  obftinate  our  will ! 

3  [Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ft  ate  !) 

Before  we  draw  our  breath  j 
The  firft  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  ftrong  in  our  degenerate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood, 
Wanders  thro'  all  our  veins  !] 

5  [Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root, 

Will  all  the  branches  be  } 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  l'uch  a  deadly  tree  ? 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 

Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  ftream 
From  an  infefted  fpring  ? 

7  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Chriftand  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death  and  fin. 
S  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reftore 
The  ruins  of  the  firft  : 
Hofanna  to  thst  fov'reign  pow'r, 
That  new-creates  our  duft ! 

HYMN 


Book  I.]      HYMN  LVIII,  LXIX.       ^ 

HYMN      58.     Long  Metre. 
The  Devil  •vanqu'ijhed :  or,   Michaels  War  ivitb  the  Dr a- 
gun.  Rev.  xii.  7. 

1  |"     ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing 

%  _J  The  wars  of  heav'n  when  Michael  ftood 
Chief  general  of  th' Eternal  King, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againft  the  dragon  and  his  holt 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail : 

In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft; 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown  j 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
And  (hook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft, 
(Thrift  hath  aiTum'd  his  reigning  pow'r ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  caft 

Down  from  the  Ikies,  to  rife  no  more. 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  lamb, 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down ; 
'Twas  by  thy  word,  and  pow'rful  name, 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice,^  ye  heav'ns ;  let  ev'ry  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  fky  j 
Saints  while  ye  fing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  deliv'rers  name  on  high. 

HYMN     59.     Long  Metre. 
Babylon  fallen,  Rev.  xviii.   20,  21. 

1  TN  pabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone 
JL  Lies  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 

"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints, 

"  God  mall  avenge  your  long  complaints.'* 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  ftood, 
He  funk  the  mill-ftone  in  the  flood  : 
"  Thus  terribly  mall  Babel  fail, 

"  Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  at  all." 

HYMN 


34  HYMN     LX,  LXI.       [Book  I. 

HYMN     60.     Long  Metre. 
the  Virgin  Mary's  Song:  or,  The  promifed Mefiab  born, 

Lukei.  46,  &c. 
j    i^VUR  fouls  (hall  magnify  the  Lord  j 

V  S   Ln  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice: 

While  we  repeat  the  virgin's  fong, 

May  the  fame  fpirittune  our  voice  ! 
a   [The  higheft  faw  her  low  eftate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done  : 

His  over-fhadowing  pow'r  and  grace 

Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame  j 
But  God  alone  muft  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord 
His  mercy  {lands  for  ever  fure  : 
From  age  tc  age  his  promife  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  fecu re. 

c  He  fpaketo  Abra'am  and  his  feed, 
"'  In  thee  {hall  aU  the  earth  be  blelsM  :° 
The  mem'iy  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 
6  But  now  no  more  {hall  Ifr'el  wait  j 
No  more  the  gentiles  lie  forlorn; 
Lo,  thedefire  of  nations  comes, 
Behold,  the  promis'd  (zed  is  born  ! 

HYMN     61.     Long  Metre. 
Christ  our  High  Prieji  and  King  ;  and  C  h  £  1  s  T  coming 

to  Judgment,  Rev.  i.   5,  6,  7. 
j    T^.  TOW  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
J%j    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
And  {bains  of  nobler  praife  above. 
■z  'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  fouleft  fins, 
And  wafiVd  us  in  his  richeft  blood  j 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priefts  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God.  5  To 


Book  I.]  HYMN    LXII.  z$ 

3  To  Jefus  our  atoning  prieft, 
To,  Jefus  our  fuperior  king, 
Be  everlafting  pow'r  confefs'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eye  ihaii  fee  him  movej 
Tho'  with  our  fins  we  pierc'd  him  once  j 
Then  he  difplays  his  pard'nmg  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  {hall  wail, 
While  we  :ejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 
Come,  Lord;   nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

HYMN     62.      Common  Metre. 

Christ  Jesus  the  Lamb  of  God  loorjbipped  by  all  tbt 

Creatioit,  Rev.  v.    n,   12,   13. 
I   ^OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  Jongs, 
V_j     With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

a  "  Worthy  the  lamb  that  dy'd,"  (they  cry) 
"  To  be  exalted  thus  : 
"  Worthy  the  lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  ilain  for  us. 
3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honour  and  pow'r  divine  j 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give, 
£e,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  /ley, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endiefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  lamb. 

C  HYMN 


36         H  Y  M  N   LXIII,  LTV.       [Book  I. 

HYMN     63.  Long  Metre. 

Christ's  Humiliation  find Exaltation,  Rev.  v.   12. 
j   "V  IT  THAT    equal  honours  (hall  we  bring, 
\  V        To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  lamb, 

When  all  the  notes,  that  angels  fing 

Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 
a  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  (lain, 

The  prince  of  peace  tha.  broan'd  and  dy'd, 

Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,   and  reign 

At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  flood  condem'd  at  1  ilate's  bar: 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here. 

4  All  riches  arc  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  fufrain'd  amazing  lofs  j 
To  him  aicribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  wcaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honour  immortal  rauft  be  paid, 
Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  (corn  ; 
While  glory  (bines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Elcfiings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

W  ho  bore  thecurfe  for  wretched  men  : 
Let  angels  founu  his  facred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  lay,  Amen. 

H  Y  M  N     64 .     Short  Metre. 

Adoption,    1  John  iii.   I,  &c.  G-al.  iv.  6. 

1  T~>EHCj.D   what  wonu'rous  grace 
XS  The  Father  basbeftov/d 

nners    f  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  fons  c    Cod  ! 

2  'Tis  no  furprifing  thing, 
That  we  (h.  uld  be  unknown  ; 

1  he  Jewifli  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son  :  3  Nor 


Book  L]  HYMN     LXV.  37 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
How  great  we  muft  be  m-ade, 

But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here, 
Vrc  fliall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  (o  much  divine 
May  trials  weil  endure, 

May  purge  our  foul   from  fenfe  and  fin, 
As  Chriit  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
1  fhare  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  flaves  beneath  the  throne  $ 

My  faith  thrill  .Abba,    Father,   cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  awn. 

H  Y  M  N     65.     Long  Metre. 

The  Kingdoms  of  the  World  become  the  Kingdoms  of  the 
Lord:  or,  the  Day  of r  Judgment ,  Rev.  xi.   15. 

1  T     ET  the  fevench  angel  found  on  high, 
I.  /  Let  fhouts  be  he.rd  thr:>'  all  the  Iky  ; 
Kings  of  the  earth  with  glad  accord 

Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  aflame, 
Thou  wait,  and  art,  and    art  to  come  : 
Jefus,  the  Lamb  who  once  was  fuin, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more; 
On  wings  of  veng'ance  flies  our  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  muft  the  rifing  dead  appear j 
Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

C  a  HYMN 


38  HYMN    LXVT.  [Boor  I. 

HYMN     66.     Long  Metre. 

Chuist  the  King  at  hisTabkj  Cant.  I.  2 — 5,  l«,  I3»  17* 

1    T     ET  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove 
I    j  My  rnt'reft  in  his  heav'nly  love  t 

The  voice  that  tells  me  "  Thou  art  mine," 

Exceeds  the  blemngs  of  the  vine, 
a  On  thee  th1  anointing  Spirit  came, 

And  fpread  the  favour  of  thy  name; 

That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 

Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms  ; 
My  foul  (hall  fly  into  thine  arms  1 
Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

4  [Wonder  and  pleafure  tune  our  voice 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  : 
Our  mern'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine.] 

5  Tho'  in  ourfelves  deformM  we  are, 
And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear; 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  the  table  fits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fing  : 
Our  graces  are  our  beft  perfume, 

.  And  breathe  like  fpikenard  round  the  room.] 

7  As  myrrh  new-bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me ; 

And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  guefc, 
My  bofom,  Lord,  fhall  be  thy  reit. 

8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir, 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  ; 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 

HYMN 


Book  I.]     H  Y  M  N  LXVII,  LXVIII.     39 

HYMN     67.     Long  Metre. 
Seeking  the Pajiures  of Christ  tbeSbepberdt  Cant.  i.  7. 

1  rTT^HOU  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

X  All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  doth  thy  fweeteft  pafture  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rock, 
That  frim  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep,      # 
Among  them  reft,   among  them  fleep. 

3  Why  fhould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

4  [Thefootfteps  of  thy  flock!  fee  : 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be  : 
A  wond'rous  feaft  thy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears* 

5  His  deareft  flefh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  : 
Here  tothefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home.] 

HYMN     68.     Long  Metre. 
*Tbe  Banquet  of  Love,  Cant.  ii.    1—4,  6,  7. 

I   T>  EHOLD  the  rofe  of  Sharon  here, 

JtJJ  The  lilly  which  the  vallies  bear  j 

Behold  the  Tree  of  Life,  that  gives 

Refrefhing  fruit  and  healing  leaves. 
*  Amongft  the  thorns  fo  liilies  fhine, 

Amongft  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  : 

So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 

Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 
3  Beneath  his  cooling  fliade  I  fat,' 

To  ftueld  me  from  the  burning  heat  j 

Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft, 

To  feed  my  eyes  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 

C  3  4  [Kindly 


4o  HYMN    LXIX.  [Book  I. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  ftands  the  banquet  of  his*  grace  j 
He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine, 
He  cheers  this  finking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  fhews  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.] 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart ; 

Lie  down  ana"  reft  upon  my  heart ; 
I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 
Not  ftir,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

HYMN     69.     Common  Metre. 

Christ   appearing  to  his  Churchy    andfeeking  her  Com- 
pany ,    Cant.  ii.   8—13. 
I  f'|"*HE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 

J_      Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds  j 

Cer  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 

He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my.  relief. 
a  Now,  thro-  the  veil  of  flefh,  I  fee 

With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  ; 

Now  in  the  gbfpel's  cleareft  glafs 

He  fhews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  j 

"  Rife  (faith  my  Lord)  make  hafte  awayj 
"  No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  ftay. 

4  t(  The  Jewifh  wint'ry  ftate  is  gone, 

"  The  mifts  are  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on  ; 
"  The  facred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
"  Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  "  Th'  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root, 

*'  Bloffoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit." 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine  j 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 

6  And 


Book  I.]  HYMN     LXX.  41 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 

"  Rife  up  my  love,  make  hafte  ?.way !" 
Our  hearts  would  rain  out-fly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  love*  behind. 

HYMN     70.       Long  Metre. 

Christ  inviting,  and  the  Church  anfiver'tng  the  invitati- 
on, Cant.  ii.  14,   J  6,  17. 

1  r  TJARK  !   the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
t  j["  I    Sweetly  invites  his  f-'av'rites  nigh  j 
From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 

He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out : 

2  "  My  dove,  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 

"  Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke, 
u  Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
"  And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  "  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet ; 
"  My  graces  in  thy  count'nance  meet  5 
"  Tho'  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
"  'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  giv;s  : 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  lhall  raife 
The  voice  of  prayer,  and  of  praife.] 

5  [I  am  my  love's  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paffions  join  ! 

Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 

Nor  thought  arife,  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  foul  to  pastures  fair  he  leads, 
Amongfl-  the  liliies  where  he  feeds  ; 
Amongft  the  faints  (wbofe  robes  are  white, 
Waih'd  in  his  blood]  is  his  delight. 

7  Till  the  day  break,   and  fliadows  flee, 
Till  the  fweet  dawnbg  light  i  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn, 

C  4  S  Be 


42      HYMN  LXXI,  LXXII.      [Book  I. 

S  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 

Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  j 

Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief,  divide 

My  love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide.] 

HYMN     71.      Long  Metre. 
Christ  found  in  the  Street,    and  brought  to  the  Church, 

Cant.  iii.  1 — 5. 
I   ^VFTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night; 

V-/   Jefus,  my  bve,  my  foul's  delight  j 

"With  warm  defire  arid  reftlefs  thought, 

I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 
a  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 

Till  I  my  LonJ,   my  faviour  meet  j 

I  afk  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

"  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  ?" 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  j 

"     I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  hold  him  fait  in  my  embrace. 

4  [I  brng  nim  to  my  mother's  home  : 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come 
To  Sion's  facred  chambers,  where 
My  .foul  liift  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart  j 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fhare.] 

6  I  charge  you  ail,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  dilharb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  fin,  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  caufe  m;  faviour  to  depart. 

H  Y  M  N     72.      Long  Metre. 
The  Coronation  of  Christ  and  Efpoufals  of  the  Churchy 

Cant.  iii.   11. 
J    T^\AUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
J^J   The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church  with  joys  unknown 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon.  a  Jefus, 


Book  I.]         HYMN     LXXI1I,  43 

2  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  king, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  j 
Accept  the  well-delerv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  aft  of  worftiip  be 

Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,   to  thee ; 
Like  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
We  firft  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 
4.  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day  ! 

Our  hearts  would  wifh  it  long  to  ftay  j 
Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafethy  praife,  improve  our  joys  y 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  lamb. 

6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation-day  ! 

The  king  of  grace  mall  fill  the  throne, 
With  all  his  father's  glories  on. 

HYMN     73.      Long  Metre. 

The  Church's  Beauty  in  the  Eyes  of  Christ, 
Cant.  iv.    1,  ic,  11,  7,  9,  8. 

1  T£"IND  is  thefpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 
I\    AfFediion  founds  in  ev'ry  word  } 

"  Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  love  !    (he  cries) 
"  Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes. 

2  ["  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
**  Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret  joys  ; 
"No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell, 
"  Nor  milk  nor  honey  tafte  fo  well.] 

3.  "  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me  j 
M  I  will  behold  no  lpot  in  thee." 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs. 
And  puts  a  cornelinefs  on  worms  ! 

C  5  4  Defil'd 


44.  HYMN     LXXIV.         [Book  I. 

4  Dcfil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 

He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair, 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs, 
His  graces  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

5  "  My  filter,  and  my  fpoufe,   (he  cries) 
"  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
"  Thy  pow'rful  love  my  heart  detains 

"  In  ftrong  delight  and  pleafing  chains." 

6  Ke  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wide  world  of  beafts  and  men, 
To  Sion,  where  his  glories  are  j 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  lb  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  fiow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  ftay, 
When  Chrift  invites  my  foul  away. 

HYMN     74.      Long  Metre. 

The  Church  the  Garden  of  Christ, 
Cant.  iv.  12,  14,  15.  and  ver.  1. 

1  ITfE  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

V  /      Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  5 
A  little  fpotinclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  ftand, 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  j 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Sion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  j 
Spirit  divine  !   defcend  and  breathe 

A  gracious  gale  and  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  beft  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour-God, 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  a£live  here. 

5   [^t 


Book  I.]        HYMN    LXXV.  45 

5  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft : 

"  I  come,  my  fpoufe,  I  come,"  he  cries, 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 

Well  pleas'd  to  lmell  our  poor  p-rfumesj 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk,  or  wine. 

7  "  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
"  Thebleffings  that  my  Father  fends; 
"  Your  tafte  mall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
t(  And  drink  abundance  of  my  love." 

8  Jefus  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord ; 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongues  can  give.  J 

HYMN     75.      Long  Metre.    . 
The  Defcription  of  Christ  the  Beloved, 
Cant.  v.   9 — it,   14 — 16. 

1  /""■  *HE  wond'ring  world  enquires  to  know 

JL     Why  I  fhould  love  my  Jefus  fej 
i*  What  are  his  charms,   (fay  they)  above 
"  The  objects  of  a  mortal  love." 

2  Yes,  my  beloved,  to  my  fight 

Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white  : 
All  human  beauties,   all  divine, 
In  my  beloved  meet  and  mine. 

3  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemiih  free  ; 
Red,  with  the  blood  he  fried  for  me  ; 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs  ; 

A  fun  amongft  ten  thoufand  ilars. 

4  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels  ;  i    ■ 
There  wifdom  ifl  perfection  dwells  j 

And  glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

C  6  5  Corn- 


46  HYMN     LXXVL         [Book  I. 

5  Compaflions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Near  to  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facreJ  fide  no  more  fhall  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.] 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  ui'monds  fet  in -rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  hands  thac  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd  and  torn,  and  bled  forme. 

7  Tho'  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies  j 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  ftand.J 

8  [His  eyes  are  majerty  and  love, 
The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove; 
No  more  fhall  trickling  forrows  roll 
Thro'  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul.] 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints, 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  faints  j 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord  ; 
Muft  be  belov'd  and  yet  ador'd  : 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too  ! 

HYMN     76.      Long  Metre. 

Christ  dwells  in  Heaven,    but  vljits  on  Earthy 
Cant.   vi.   I — 3,  12, 
I  TT7HEN  grangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell 
V V     What  beauties  in  my  faviour  dwell; 
Where  he  is  gone,  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 
a  My  beft  beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light  in  worlds  unknown  : 
But  he  defcends  and  fhews  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  P» 


Book  I.]         HYMN     LXXVII.         47 

3  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  ftand  j 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lillies  fhew  their  fpotlets  heads. 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmeft  love  j 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move  : 
I  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death,  nor  hell,  fhall  make  us  part.  J 

5  [He  takes  my  foul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  /hews  me  where  his  glories  are  j 
No  chariots  of  Amminadib 

The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe. 

6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  flcies, 
Till  death  fhall  make  my  laft  removje 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love.] 

HYMN     77.     Long  Metre. 

TbeLove  of  Ch  R  i  s  t  to  the  Cburcb  in  his  Language  to  ker% 

andProviJion  for  her.  Cant.  vii.  5,  6,  9,  12,  1 3. 
I   "^TOW  in  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace 

JL^J    Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays, 

fi  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  fight ! 

iC  My  love  !   how  pleafant  for  delight  V* 
Z  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 

There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word ! 

From  that  dear  mouth  a  ftream  divine 

Flows  fweeter  than  the  choicelt  wine. 

3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  that  were  almoft  afleep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  make  our  cold  affections  flame. 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know, 
In  fields  and  villages  below, 
Gives  us  a  relifh  of  his  love, 

JBut  keeps  his  nobiell  feaft  above. 

5  In 


48         HYMN    LXXVIII.        [Book  I. 

5  In  Paradife,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits ; 
Fruits  new  and  old  laid  up  in  ftore, 
Where  we  /hall  feed,   but  thint  no  more. 

HYMN     78.     Long  Metre. 
The  Strength  of  Chrises  Love,  and  the  Soufi  Jealdufy 


of  her  own,  Cant.  viii.  5 — -,  13,  1Jf 

1  \\THO  ls  tilis  fair  one  in  diftrefs, 

V  V      That  travels  from  the  wildernefs, 
And  prefs'd  withlbrrows  and  with  fins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  uSe  leans  ! 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treal'ures  of  his  blood  ; 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint, 
Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  "  O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand 

"  Both  on  thy  heart,   and  on  thy  hand  j 
"  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
"  That  piedge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 

"  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown  • 
"  And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 
"  To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  '*  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

"  Left  it  ihouid  once  from  thee  depart  j 
"  Then  let  thy  name  be  weilimprefs'u 
"  As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  breaft. 
)  "  Tiil  thou  hair  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
"  Where  fears  and  dcu  t  .  come . 

'*  Thy  count'nance  tet  me  often  fee, 
"  And  often  thou  ihalt  hear  from  me. 
"  Come,   my  beloved,  haiire  awav, 
"  Cut  fliort  the  hours  of  thy  delay, 
"  Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
"  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow. 

HYMN 


Book  I.]     HYMN  LXXIX,  LXXX.     49 

HYMN     79.       Long  Metre. 
A  Morning  Hymn* 
Pfilm  xix.    5,   8.   and  lxxiii.   2.,;.,    25. 
1    /^^  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whole  v^>ice 

VJf   The  cheerful  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 

And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

Tq  run  his  journey  thro'  the  fkies ; 
i  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eafr. 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 

And  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  mines  : 
3  Oh,  like  the  fun,  may  I  fulfil 

Th1  appointed  duciesof  the  day. 

With  ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 
4.  [But  I  mail  rove  and  lofe  the  race, 

If  God,  my  fun,  mould  difappear, 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze, 

To  follow  ev'.y  wand'ring  ftar.] 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  aad  pure, 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threat'nings  juft,  thy  promife  Aire, 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  j 
All  my  defiees  and  hopes  befide 

Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this. 

H  Y  M  *T     80.     Long  Metre. 
An  Evening  Hymn. 
Pfalm  iv.   8.   and  iii.    5,   6.   and  cxliii.   S. 
1    ripHUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

J[      Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  ihall  make  known 
Some  freih  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much 


5o         HYMN     LXXXI.  [Book  I. 

1  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home*j 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  part, 
He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleepj 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
7'heir  watchful  ftations  round  my  bed. 

4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  j 
My  God  in  fafety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  his  wings. 

5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear: 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart. 

6  Thus  when  the  hour  of  death  fhall  come  : 
My  flefh  mall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  roufe  my  tomb  \ 
With  fweet  Talvation  in  the  found.] 

HYMN     8t.      Long  Metre. 
A  Sor.g  far  Morning  or  Eveningt    Lam.  iii.  23. 
lfa.  xlv.  7. 
I   *\  /T  Y  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  ! 
JLVj.   Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new  j 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 

a  Thou  fpreadft  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  my  fleeping  hours  ; 

Thy  fov'reign  word  reitores  the  light, 

And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  powers. 
3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command  5 

To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days  ; 

Perpetual  bleflings  from  thy  hand 

Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

HYMN 


Book  I.]    HYMN  LXXXII,LXXXIII.    51 

HYMN     82.     Long  Metre. 

God  far  above  all  Creatures ;    or,  Man  vain  and  mortal* 

Job  iv.    17—21. 

1  ^HALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
l^  Contend  with  their  creator  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  juft  than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft,  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  fpring  from  duft  and  dwell  in  clay  ? 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  perilh  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  light : 
Bury'd  in  duft  whole  nations  lie 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  pow'r  to  thee  we  bow  : 
How  frail  are  we,  how  glorious  thou  ! 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  fhall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN     83.     Common  Metre. 
AffliBions  and  Death  under  Providence,  Job  v.   6—8. 
I    "^1  OT  from  the  duft  affliction  grows, 
1^1      Nor  troubles  rile  by  chance  : 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes : 
A  fad  inheritance  ! 
1  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 
And  ftill  are  upwards  borne  j 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 
And  truft  his  promis'd  grace  : 
He  rules  me  by  his  well  known  laws 

Of  love  and  righteoufnefs.  4  Not 


52    HYMN  LXXXIV,  LXXXV.    [Book  I. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore 
ihall  ipoil  my  future  peace  : 
For  death  arid  hell  can  do  no  more' 
Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

HYMN     84.     Long  Metre. 

Salvation,  Rigbteoufnefs,    and  Strength  in  Christ,  Ifa. 

xlv.  21 — 25. 
I     JEHOVAH  fpeaks,  let  Iir'el  hear, 

<J!    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 

Wiiile  God's  eternal*  Son  proclaims 

His  fov'reign  honours  and  his. names : 
2,  f*  I  am  theLaft,  and  I  the  Firft, 

ii  The  saviour- God,  and  God  the  Juft  j 

"  There's  none  ben  le  pretends  to  (hew 

"  Suchjuilice  a  dfalvacion  too. 

3  [*'  Ye  that  in  ihadesof  darknefs  dwell, 
"  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
"  .Look  up  to  me  from  diftant  lands, 

"  Light,  life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  my  hands. 

4  *■  1  by  my  holy  name  have  fworn, 

**  NTor  /hall  the  word  in  vain  return, 

"  To  me  mall  ali  things  bend  the  knee, 

"  And  ev'ry  tongue  mall  fwear  to  me.] 

5  "  In  me  alone  lhall  menconfefs 

6<  LJes  all  then  {Length  and  righteoufnefs : 
"  But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
"  I'll  co  he  them  with  eternal  ihame. 

6  "  [nme,  the  Lord  fhall  all  the  feed 
«<  O;'  Ifr'elfrom  their  fins  be  freed, 
"  And  by  theii  :hi;iing  graces  prove 

."  Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love." 

HYMN     85.     Short  Metre. 
Tbefame. 
I    ^"CH-JE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

^f         His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; 
:rcy  and  juftice  are  the  names 
"  By  which  I  will  be  known.  2  «  Ye 


Book  I.]         HYMN    LXXXVI.         53 

1  "  Ye  dying  fouls  that  fit 
"  In  darknefs  and  diftrefs, 

"  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
"  To  my  recov'ring  grace." 

3  Sinners  fhall  hear  the  found  5 
Their  thankful  tongues  fhall  own, 

"  Our  rigfiteoufnefs  and  ftrength  is  found 
•«  In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone." 

4  In  thee  fhall  Ifr'el  trutt, 
And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 

God  will  pronounce  the  finners  juit, 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 

HYMN     86.     Common  Metre. 
God  Holy,  Jttft,  and  Sovereign,   Job  ix.  2-— 10. 
i    TJ  O  W  ihould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
J~J       Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteoufnefs, 
We  fail  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

I'll  make  no  more  pretence  5 
Not  one  of  all  my  thousand  faults 
Can  bear  a  juit.  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife} 

What  vain  prefumer's  dare 
Againft  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 

4  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn  ; 
He  fnakes  the  earth,  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 
c  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife  ; 
Th'  obedient  fun  forbears  : 
His  hand  with  fackcloth  ipreads  the  fkies, 
And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 
6  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  lea  ; 
Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way, 

Or  his  dark  footfteps  find.]  HYMN 


54       HYMN     LXXXVII.       [BookL 

HYMN     87.     Long  Metre. 
God  dwells  ivitb  the  bumble  and  penitent,  Ifa.  lvii.  15,  16. 
I-  /TpHUS  faith  the  High  and  Lofty  One, 
J[      '*  I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
st  My  name  is  God  5  I  dwell  on  high  j 
««  Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

a  "  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below; 
"  On  earth  I  have  a  manfion  too ; 
u  The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
'*  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  "  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive, 
"  I  bid  the  mourning  finner  live  : 

"  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
•*  And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 

4  u  [When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

"  I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been  j 

"  But  mould  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 

"  Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke." 

£  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  fhould  faint,  defpair  and  die  ! 
Thus  fhall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 

HYMN     88.     Long  Metre. 
Life  the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope,  Ecclef.  ix.  4—6,  10. 
X   T     I  F  E  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

J 4  The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward  j 

And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 

The  vileft  finner  may  return. 
a  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 

To  'fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  j 

The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 

Secure  the  bleflings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  muft  die ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie; 
Their  men/ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their 


Book  I.]        HYMN    LXXXIX.        55 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  duft  j 
They  have  no  fliare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  purfue  j 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  fajth,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  afts  of  pardon  paft. 

In  the  cold  grave  to' which  we  hafte : 
But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

H  Y  M  N     89.     Long  Metre.    ' 

Youth  and  "Judgment,    Ecc.  xi.  9. 

1  "XyE  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

j[      Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongua-; 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  denre, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire : 

2  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine  ; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  :   but  know, 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts  ; 
His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  j 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done 
Muft  all  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  veng'ance  to  your  follies  due, 
Should  ftrike  your  hearts  with  terror  thro' : . 
How  will  ye  ftand  before  his  face, 

Or  anfwer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  thefe  alluring  vanities  : 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awak«  their  fouls  Co  fear  the  Lord. 

HYMN 


56        HYMN     XC,  XCI.         [Book  I. 

HYMN     90.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame. 
I    T     O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
#     _I_V  And   thro'  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  wifhes  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love, 
a  The)  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  j 
But  let  the  finners  know, 
The  ftricl:  account  chat  God  requires 
Of   aii  the  vi  crks  they  do. 

3  The  judge  prepares  his  throve  on  high, 

The  frighted  earth  and  leas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
An  J  fl  •  s  face 

4  How  (hall  1  .-far  that  dreadful  day, 

And  ftand  the  ifry  ted  ? 
taljoys  away 
-  ver  tileft. 

HYMN     91.     Long  Metre. 
Advice  to  Ton  th  :  or,  old  Age  and  Death  in  an  unconverted 

Stan-,   E  ciei.x'/i.  i,  7.     Ifa.ixv.2c. 
I    T^JTOVV  iiA  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
i      _£%    Remembei  your  creator,   God  : 
,,  the  mbdths  come  hafVning  on 
Wu:ii  vou  ihall  fay,   **  My  joys  are  gone." 

a  Behold  the  aged  finner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
\\  \th  endie!s  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  Th*  duft  returns  to  duft  again; 
The  foul  in  agonies   of  pain  . 
Afcends  to  God  5   not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hea.s  her  doom,  and  'inks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  !   1  fear  thy  name  : 
leach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  wherl  rny  foul  muft  hence  remove, 

Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love.  HYMN 


V 


Book  I.]  HYMN     XCII.  57 

H   Y  M  N     92.      Short  Metre. 

Christ  the-Wifdom  of  God,  Prov.  viii.  i,  22—32. 

1  QKALL  wifdom  cry  aloud, 

^   And  not  heripeech  be  heard  ? 

The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  "  I  was  his  chief  delight, 
"  His  everlaiting  Sen, 

"  Before  the  rirft  of  all  his  works 
"  Creation  was,  begun. 

3  ["  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
"  Before  the  folid  land, 

"  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
"  I  dwelt  at  his  right-hand. 

4  '*  When  he  adorn'd  the  fkies, 

"  And  built  them,  I  was  there, 

"  To  order  when  the  fun  fhould  rife, 
C(  And  marmal  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  "  When  he  pour' d  out  the  fea, 
"  And  fpread  the  flowing  deep ; 

l(  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
te  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

"  The  earth  was  balanc'd  well : 

"  With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 
"  The  fons  of  men  mould  dwell. 

7  "  My  bufy  thoughts  at  nrft 
"  On  their  falvation  ran, 

"  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  duft 
"  Was  famion'd  to  a  man. 

8  "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
"  Ye  children,   and  be  wifej 

"  Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 
"  The  man  that  ihuns  them  dies." 

HYMN 


58      HYMN   XCIII,  XCIV.     [Book  I. 

HYMN     93.     Long  Metre. 
Christ,  or,  JPj/Z/ow,  obeyed or  refifted,  Prov.viii.  34~36« 
,  rf^HUS  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord, 

3 .     "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word  $ 
<«  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
«  And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  "  The  foul  that  feeks  me,  fhall  obtain 
"  Immortal  wealth  and  heav'nly  gain  } 
«*  Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

"  Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  "  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me, 
"  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury ; 

"  Fools,  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 

W  Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

HYMN     94.     Common  Metre. 
Jujiifi cation  by  Faitby  not  by  Works :    or,    the  Law  con- 
demns, Grace  jujiifies,  Rom.  iii.   19 — i2. 

1  "T  TAIN  are  the  hopes  the  ions  of  men 

\      On  their  own  works  have  built  j 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  ftop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  righteous  law 

To  juftify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  truft, 

Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnef* 

That  makes  the  finner juft. 

HYMN 


Book  I.]       HYMN    XCV,  XCVI.       59 

HYMN     95.    Common  Metre. 
Regeneration,  John  i.  13.  and  iii.  3,   &C. 

1  "Jfc/TOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 
jL^I       Nor  rites  that  Cod  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 

Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  fov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  af  grace : 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heavily  wind, 

Blows  on  the  fons  of  flefh, 

New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afrefh. 

4  Our  quicken'd  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the  long  fleep  of  death  j 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

HYMN     96.     Common  Metre. 
Ele'clion  excludes  boajling,  1  Cor.  i.  26*— 31. 

1  "|3  UT  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
j£3      But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 

Almighty  King  of  Grace  ! 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name 

For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 
And/ thus  he  pours  abundant  fhame 
On  honourable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 

The  mirVries  of  his  grace, 
To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low,. 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  hath  all  its  glories  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throne  $ 
"No  fleih  mail  in  his  prefence  boaft, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

D     ■  HYMN 


60    HYMN  XC  VII,  XC  VIII.     [Book  I. 

HYMN     97.     Long  Metre. 

Christ  our  W\Jdomy  Righteoufnefs,  &c.     1  Cor.  i.  30. 

I    Ty  URY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night, 
J3  We  lie  'till  Chrift  reftores  the  light ; 
Wil'dom  defcends  to  heal   the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs   of  the   mind. 

a  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd   in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  fing,  "  The  Lord  our  righteoufnefs." 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin  j 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fuff'rings  flow, 
At  once  to  clenfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  f.aves  in  heavy  chains ; 
He  fets  the  pris'nersfree,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  poffefs 
Grace,  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  righteoufnefs, 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,   and  we 

Give  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

HYMN     98.     Short  Metre.    . 
The  fame. 

1  T  TOW  heavy  is  the  night 

_£  J.    That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 

Till  Chrift  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  fouls  arife  ! 

2  Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  ; 

But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd, 
We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 
•3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 

His  hands,  infe&ed  nature  cure 
With  frn&ifying  grace.  4  Tne' 


Book  I.]       HYMN     XCIX,  C.         61 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 

He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 

HYMN     99.     Common  Metre. 
Stones  made  the  Children  of  Abraham  :     or,  Grace  nit 

conveyed  by  religious  Parents,  Mat.  Hi.  9. 
I  X  TAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
V        Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race  ; 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 
Z  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 
Can  take  the  hardeft  ftones, 
And  fill  the  houfeof  Abra'm  well 
With  new-created  fons. 
3  Such  wond'rous  pow'r  doth  he  poflefs, 
Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame ; 
Who  caird  the  world  from  emptinefs  j 
The  world  obey'd  and  came. 

HYMN     100.     Long  Metre. 
Believe  and  be  famed,  John  iii.  16—18. 

1  TWTOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men, 
l\    Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God  appear  j 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 

No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  iov'd  the  race  of  men  fo  well, 
He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  j 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thoufand  bleffings  give. 

Da  4  But 


62         HYMN     CI,  CM.  [Book  I. 

4  Bnt  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels,  who  refufe  the  grace  j 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  delpife, 
The  hotteA  hell  lhall  be  their  place, 

HYMN     ici.     Long  Metre. 
Joy    in   Heaven  for  a  repenting  Sinner,  Luke  xv.  7,   ic» 

1  TT7HO  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife 

VV     Through  all  the  courts  of  Parauife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew  ! 
And  faints  and  angels  join  to  fing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  king. 

HYMN.    102.     Long  Metre. 
The  Beatitudes,  Matthew  v.    3 — iz. 

1  rTjLESS'D   are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
L  5^  Their  emptinefs  and  poverty: 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 

And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n.J 

2  [Bl?fs'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 

3  [Blefs'd  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
From  rage  and  pa  lii  on,  nolle  and  war  j 
God  will  iecure  their  happy  ftate, 

And  plead  their  ca'ufe  againft  the  great.] 

4  [Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  thirft  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs  ; 
They  lhall  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed 

With  living  ftreams  and  living  bread.]  5  Blefs'd 


Book  I.]  HYMN     CIII.  63 

5  [Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Chrift  the  Lord  fhall  they  obtain 
Like  fympathy  and  love  again.] 

6  [Blefs'd  are  the  pure  whofe  hearts  are  clean, 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  fin; 

With  endlefs  pleafure  they  fhall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity.] 

7  [Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
"Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrifej 
They  fhall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace.] 

8  [Blefs'd  are  the  fuff'rers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.] 

HYMN     103.    Common  Metre. 
Not  ajbamed  of  the  Gcfpel,  z  Tim.  i.   12. 
I  T'M  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
X     Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  crofs. 
a  Jefus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 
His  name  is  all  my  truft  j 
Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  ftands, 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  Fve  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  new  Jerufalem 

Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 


D  3  HYMN 


64        HYMN     CIV,  CV.        [Book  I. 

HYMN     104.     Common  Metre. 
A  State  of  Nature  and  of  Grace,    1  Cor.  vi.  !c,  II. 

I    T^TOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
JJ%      The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  fiahd'rers  fhall  obtain 
The  kingdom  cf  our  God. 
2,  Surprifing  grace  !   And  fuch  were  we 
Ey  nature  and  by  fin, 
Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 
Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wafh'd  in  Jefus'  blood, 

We're  pardoned  thro'  his  name  j 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Hath  fanctify'd  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  juft  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

H  Y  M  N  -  105.     Common  Metre. 
Heaven  inviftble  and  holy,  1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.  K.ev.  xxi.  27* 
I    TtokTOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 
X^l      Nor  fenfe  nor  reafon  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe  that  lbve  the  Son. 
2,  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  5 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word,  * 
"Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  thefky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 

No  wanton  lips,  nor  enviousey 

Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  fin,   and  fhame  ; 
None  fhail  obtain  admittance  there.,. 
But  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb. 

<  He 


I 

Book  I.]       HYMN    CVI,  CVII.       65 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
There  all  their  names  are  found  j 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  mall  ftrive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground . 

HYMN      106.      Short  Metre. 
Dead  to  Sin  by  the  Crofs  of  Christ,  Rom.  vi.  I,  2,  6? 
i    OH  ALL  we  go  on  to  fin 
£3  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds, 

Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  I 

2.  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 

That  we  whofe  fins  are  cruclfy'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  flavesno  more,  , 

Since  Chrift  hath  made  us  free, 

Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN     107.     Long  Metre. 

The  Fall  and  Recovery  of  Man  j  or,  Christ  and  Satan  at 

Enmity,  Gen.  iii.  1,  15^  17.   Gal,  iv.  4.   Col.ii.  15. 

1  T^ECEIV'D  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell, 
JL/    Adam  our  head,  our  father  fell, 
"When  Saran  in  the  ferpenthid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threatening:   Death  began 
To  take  pofiefiion  of  the  man  ; 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  5 
Thus  faith  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 

"  Eetwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4  '*  The  woman's  feed  fhall  be  my  Son  5 
"  He  mall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done  j 
"  Shall  break  thy  head  and  only  feel 

■<*  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel."  5   [He 


66       HYMN    CVIII,  CIX.       [Book  I. 

5  [He  fpake;  and  bid  four  thoufaad  years 
Roll  on  j — at  length  his  Son  appears  j 
Angels  with  joy  defcend  to  earth, 

And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo,  by  .the  ions  of  hell  he  dies; 

But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  flcies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph' d  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] 

HYMN     108.     Short  Metre. 
Christ  unfeen  and  beloved,    I  Pet.  i.   S. 
j    T\TOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
J_\    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 
Z  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face, 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmoft  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 
3  And  when  we  tafte  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 

Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

HYMN     109.     Long  Metre. 
TbeValue  of  Christ  and  bis  Righteoufnefs,Phil.u\.7~9* 
1    "V  TO  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 

j^    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  \ 

I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 

To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
a  Now  for  the  love  T  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  lofs  j 

My  former  pride  I  call  my  fhame, 

And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 
3  Yes,  and  I  muft  and  will  efteem 

All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  : 

O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 

And  of  his  righteaufnefs  partake  !  4  The 


Book  I.]        HYMN    CX,  CXI.  67 

4  The  beft  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  j 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

HYMN     1 10.     Common  Metre. 
Death  and  immediate  Glory ,  2  Cor.  v.   1,  5 — S, 

3   rT^HERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
J[        Eternal,   and  on  high  j 
And  here  my  fpirit  waiting  Hands, 
Till  God  fhall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  priibn  of  my  clay 

Mufl:  be  diflblv'd,  and  fall  j 

Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,   by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  j 
And,  as  an  earneft  cf  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spit  it  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  j 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  j 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  ablent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  fee  j 
We  wou'd  be  abient  from  the  fleih, 
And  prelent,  Lord,  with  thee. 

HYMN     in.     Common  Metre. 
Salvation  by  Grace,  Titus  ill.   3 — 7. 

1  |"T     ORD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  fauks, 

L  J 4     How  great  our  guilt  has  been  j 

Fooliih  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 

And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 

2  But,  O  my  foul,  for  ever  praife, 

For  ever  love  his  name  ; 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  fin,  and  fname.j 

3   ['Tis 


68  HYMN     CXII.  [Book  I. 

3  ['Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs 

■Which  oar  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  fov'reign  grace, 
Abounding  thro'  his  Son.] 

4  *Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  j 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood, 
Our  fouls  are  wafh'd  from  fin, 

5  'Tis  thro'  the  purchafe  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  fen t* down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew } 

And  juftify'd  by  grace, 
"We  fhall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  fee  our  Father's  face. 

HYMN     na.     Common  Metre. 
Tbe  braxen  Serpent :  or,  Looking  to  Jesus, 
John  iii.   14 — 16. 
I   riO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
1^     The  brazen  ferpent  high  j 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 
a  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
"  And  live,"  the  prophet  cries  j 
But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  j 
Here  finners,  by  th'  old  ferpent  ftung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives  : 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 
/  HYMN 


Book  I.]      H  Y  M  N    CXIII,  CXIV.      69 

HYMN     113.     Common  Metre. 
Abraham's  Blejfing  on  the  Gentiles ,   Gen.  xvii.  7. 
Rom.  xv.  8.  Mark  x.  14. 
I    V  TOW  large  the  promife  !  how  divine, 
X~l     To  Abra'am  and  his  feed  ! 
"  1*11  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
"  Supplying  all  their  need." 

Z  The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure  j 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
And  feals  the  blefling  fure. 

3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  j 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  Our  God  !  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  fame  j 
Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  his  children's  name. 

HYMN     114.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame,  Rqm.  xi.   16,   17. 

1  /""I  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
V_X     To  the  wild  olive-wood  ; 
Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree, 

And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 

2  With  the  fame  blefiings,  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 

If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ! 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord  ! 
And  warn  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  thy  falyation  come, 
And  num'rous  houfholds  meet  at  laft 

In  one  eternal  home.  HYMN 


7o       HYMN   CXV,  GXVI.       [Book  I. 

HYMN     115.     Common  Metre. 
Connj'iElicn  of  Sin  by  the  Law,  Rom.  vii.  8,  9,  14,  24. 

1  1       OR  D,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was, 
J 4     And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 

I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright  j 

But  lince  the  precept  came    . 
With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
1'  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  [My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  before, 

Tilf  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  m*y  foul  the  heavy  load, 

My  iins  revived  again  j 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  weie  (lain.] 

5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold 

Under  the  .pow'r  of  fin  j 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  flave. 

HYMN     116.     Long  Metre. 
Lwe  to  God  and  our  Neighbour,   Matt.  xxii.  37-— 40. 

1  rT^HUS  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command, 

J[      "  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
"  To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
"  With  utm'oft vigour  and  delight. 

2  «  Then  fhall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
"  Share  thine  affections  and  efteem  $ 

«'  And  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thyfetf 

««  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him/4 

3  ThU 


BookI.J         HYMN     CXVII.  7i 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 
And  the  whole  law's  fulfhTd  by  love. 

4  But  O  !   how  bafe  our  p  anions  are  I 
Kow.cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  ihall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

^H  Y  M   N     117.  'Long  Metre. 
ILleB'uw  Jbvereign  and  ffeet  Rom.  ix.  21 — 24. 

1  r  TJ  EHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay, 

L  JO   He  forms  his  veifels  as  he  pleafej 
Such  is  our  God  and  fuch  are  we, 
The  fubjedts  of  his  high  decrees. 

2  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 
O'er  all  the  mafs,   which  part  to  choofe, 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 

And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufer] 

3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  his  favours  as  he  will  j 
Choofe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

4  [What,  if  to  make  his  terror  known, 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
Surf 'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  on 

And  feal  their  own  deftruftion  fure. 

5  What  if  he  means  to  mew  his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love  employs, 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ?] 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  cruih  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  1 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truths  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight, 
Yet  itill  his  written  will  ohey,  ' 
And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 

E  S  Thea 


72         HYMN     CXVIII.         Book  I.] 

S  Then  fhall  he  make  his- juftice  known, 

And  the  whole  world  before  his  throne, 

With  joy  or  terror  fhall  confefs, 

The  glory  of  his  righteoufnefs. 

HYMN     1 1 8.     Short  Metre. 
Mo  s  e  s  and  C  h  r  i  s  t  :  or,  Sins  againjl  the  Law  and  Gof* 

pely  John  i.  17.  Heb.  ill-  3,  5»  6-  mdx'  z8*j$* 

1  ripHE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

\      But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  nobler  name) 
Defcending  from  above. 

2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 
Their  diff'rent  works  were  done  j 

Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  flood, 
But  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  ftrict  obedience  paid  ; 

O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  {lands 
The  fov' reign  and  the  head. 

4  The  man  that  durft  defpife 
The  law  that  Mofes  brought, 

Behold  !  how  terribly  he  die* 
For  his  prefumptuous  fault. 

5  But  forer  Veng'ance  falls 
On  that  rebellious  race, 

Who'  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls, 
And  dare  refift  his  grace. 

HYMN     119.     Common  Metre. 
7ba  different  Succefs  of  the  Gojpel,    1  Cor.  i.  *3j  24. 
a  Cor.  ii.  16.   1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 
j    y^HRTST  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme ; 
\^j     The  mifVries  that  we  fpeak 
Are  fcandal  in  the  Jews  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 
a  But  fouls  enlighten' d  from  above 
With  jov  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  whatwifdom,  pow'r,  and  love* 

Shines  in  their  dying  Lord*  3  The 


Book  I.]      HYMN    CXX,  CXXI.       75 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 

Reitores  their  fainting  breath  5 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair,   and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffufehis  graces  down, 

Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

HYMN     120.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  of  Things  itnfeen,  Heb.  xi.   1,   3,   8,  10. 

1  TT^AITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
jP       Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 
Breaks  thro1  the  clouds  of  fleih  and  fcnk, 

And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  fets  times  pari  in  prefent  view, 

Brings  diftant  profpecls  home, 
Of  things  a  thoufand  years  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worhls  were  mad? 

By  God's  almighty  word  ; 
Abra'm  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  affures  us,  tho1  wc  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  ftands. 

HYMN     121.     Common  Metre. 

Children  demoted  to  God, 
Gen.  xvii.  7,   10.  A<5ts  xvi.   14,   15,   33. 
(For  thofe  who  fraFrife  Infant -Baptlfm.) 
J   rTlHUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
X        "  Hi  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
"  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
"  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 

E  a  *  Abra'm 


74   HYMN    CXXII,  CXXIII.  [Book  I. 

a  Abra'm  believM  the  promis'd  grace, 
And  gave  his  ions  to  God  ; 
But  water  feals  the  bleffing  now, 
That  once  was  feaTd  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  fanttifyM  her  houfe, 

When  fhe  received  the  word  } 
Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  houfhold  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  faints,  eternal  King  ! 

Thine  ancient  truths  embrace  ; 

To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 

And  humbly  claim  thy  grace. 

HYMN     12a.     Long  Metre. 
Believers  buried  with  Christ  inBaftifm. 
Rom.  vi.    3,  &c. 
,    T"%0  we  not  know  that  foiemn  won?, 
\^J  That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  ; 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin. 
a  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chrilt  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  fides. 
3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  5 
The  various  lufts  we    ferv'd  before, 
Shall  have   dominion  now  no   more. 

HYMN     123.     Common  Metre* 
^Tbe  repenting  Prodigal,  Luke  15,   13,  Sec 
j    T>EHOLD   the  wretch  whofe  luft  and  wine 
J3  Had  wafted  his  eftate, 
He  begs  a  fhare  amongft  the  fwine, 
To  tafte  the  hufks  they  eat  ! 
a  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,  (he  cries) 
"  I  ftarve   in   foreign    lands  ; 
"  My  father's  houfe  hath  large  fupplies, 

"  And  bounteous  are  his  hands.  3  "  *" 


Book  I.]         HYMN     CXXIV.  75 

3  "  I'll  go,    and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

"   Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
"  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
*f  Ndr  can  deferve  thy  grace." 

4  He  laid,  and  hailen'd  to  his  horns, 

To  feek  his  father's  love  ; 
The  father  faw  the  rebel  come, 

And  all  his  bowels  move, 
c  He  ran,  arid  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake, 

For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  u  Take  offhis  clothes  of  ihame  and  fin," 

(The  father  gives  command) 
Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  "  A  day  of  feaftingl  ordain  j 

11  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  j 
«<  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
«'  Was  loll,  and  now  is  found." 

HYMN     1*4.     Long  Metre. 
The  Jirji  and  jeconi  Adam,  Rom.  v.   12,  &c. 

1  T""\EEP  in  the  dull  before  thy  throne, 
\.3   Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own  5 

Great  God  !   we  own  th'  unhappy  name, 
Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  Ihame. 

2  Adam,  the  finner  :   At  his  fall, 
Death  like  a  conqu'ror,  feiz'd  us  all  j 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead, 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  whilil  our  fpirits,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  fing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
That  lent  to  fave  our  ruinM  race. 

4  We  fing  thine  everlafting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  \ 
Adam  the  fecond,    from  the  duft 

Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft,  5   [By 


76    HYMN  CXXV,  CXXVI.  [Book  I. 

5   [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man 
Thro'  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran  ; 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons   of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  j    there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  thro'   the  Lord  our  righteoufnefs.] 

HYMN     125.     Common  Metre. 

Christ';  CcmpaJJlon   to  the  Weak  and  tempted ',   Heb.  iv, 
15,   16.  and  v.   7.     Matt.  xii.  20. 

\    ITTITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
VV        Of  our  high  Prieft  above  j 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy   within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  \ 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations   mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  ftood, 
While  Satan's  fi'ry  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refift  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefli 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrelh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears, 

5  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a   flame  j 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  fliall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  diftrelung  hour. 

HYMN 


Book  I.]  HYMN  CXXVI,  CXXVU.  77 

HYMN     126.      Long  Metre. 

Charity  and  Uncbaritablencfs, 

Rom.  xiv.   17,   19.      1  Cor.  x.   32, 

1  TWTOT  difTrent  food,,  nor  different  drefs, 
J%J    Corripofe  the  kingdqm  of  our  Lord  j 
But  peace,   and  joy,  and  righteoufnefs. 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  chriftians  we  defpife. 
We  do  the  gofpsl  mighty  wrong  :  j 
For  God  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftrong. 

*   Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banifh'd  hence, 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue  j 
Nor  mall  our  practice  give  offence 
To  faints,  the  Gentile  or  the  jew, 

HYMN     127,      Long  Metre. 

Ch  r  1  s  t's  Invitation  to  Sinners :  or,    Humility  and  Pride, 
Matt.  xi.   28—30. 

1  "Z^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 

\^j  "  Ye  heavy  laden  fmnets  come  j 
"  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
f«  And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  "  They  fhall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me  ; 
"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  j 

"  But  paffion  rages  like  the  fea, 
"  And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  take 
'   "  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 

\*  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 

tt  My  grace  fhall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

E 4  HYMN 


78  HYMNCXXVIII,  CXXIX.    [BookI. 

HYMN      12S.      Long  Metre. 
*TbeApoftles  Commiffion :  or,  (be  G  of  pel  attejled  by  Miracles  t 

Mark  xvi.  15,  &c.    Matt,  xxviii."  18,  &c. 
I  "/^  O  preach  my  gofpel,  (faith  the  Lord) 

VT   "  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  : 
««  He  fhall  be  fav'd  that  truits  my  word  ; 
"  He  mail  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 
2.   "  [I'll  make  your  great  commiffion  known, 
'*  And  ye  {hall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
"  By  all  the  works  thatVhave  done, 
"  By  all  the  wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

3  "  Go  heal  the  fick,  goraife  the  dead, 
"  Go  caft  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 

"  Nor  lei  my  prophets  be' afraid, 

'<  Tho'  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blafnhcme.7 

4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  mall  end  ; 
"  All  pow'r  is  trulted  in  my  hands, 

"  I  can  deitroy,  and  can  defend." 

5  He  fpake,  and  light  fhone  round  his  head  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  hcav'n  he  rode : 
They  to  the  fartheft  nations  fprca.l 

The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

HYMN     129.      Long  Metre. 
Submijfion  and  Deliverar.cc  :  cr,  Abraham  offering  bis  Set:, 

Ge.i.  xxii.   6,  &c. 
1    OAINTS,   at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word 

O  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  } 

He  mall  reltore  what  you  felign, 

Or  grant  you  bleliings  more  divine, 
a  So  Abra'm  with  obedient  hand 

Led  forth  his  fon  at  God's  command  j 

The  wood,  the  fire,   the  knife,   he  took, 

His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ftroke. 
3  '«  Abra'm  forbear,   (the  angel  cry'd) 

"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd  : 

"  Thy  fon  /hall  live,   and  in  thy  feed 

"  Shall  the  whole  earth  he  blcfs'd  indeed."         4   Juft 


Book  I.]    HYM  N  CXXX,  CXXXI,     79 

4.  Tuft  in  the  laft  diftrelling  hour, 

The  Lord  difplays  deliv'rir^  pow'r  ; 

The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 

Where  we  mull  fee  furprifing  grace. 

HYMN     130.      Long  Metre. 

Love  and  Hatred,    Phil.  ii.  i.     Eph.  iv.   30,  &cv 
1    XTOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

j^    His  fharp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints, 

By  his  laft  groans,  his  dying  blood, 

I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints, 
z  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  war  be  gone, 

Envy  and  fpite  forever  ceafe  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 

Amongft  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

3  The  fpirit,  like  a  peaceful  dover 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrife  j 
Why  mould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ?     , 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  ; 
Thro'  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  ; 

So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  his  Son. 

HYMN     131.      Long  Metre. 
The  Pharlfee  and  the  Publican,     Luke   xviii.    10,    &c. 

1  TOEHOLD  how  finners  difagree, 
|J  The  publkan  and  pharifee  ! 

One  doth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  {hame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  diftance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  j 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  hath  done. 

3  The' Lord  their  difPrent  language  knows, 
And  diff'rent  anfwers  he  beftows  5 

The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilft  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

E   5  4-  Dear 


8o  H  Y  M  N  CXXXII,  CXXXIII.  [Book  I, 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 

Join'd  with  the  boafting  pharifee  ; 

I  have  no  merits  or"  my  own, 

But  plead  the  iufF'rings  of  thy  Son. 

HYMN    '132.      Long  Metre. 
I  Ho/inefs  and  Grace,    Titus  ii.   10—13, 

I    QO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 

O  The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs  j 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  mine, 

To  prove  the  dodlrine  all  divine. 
Z  Thus  fhall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 

The  honours  of  our  faviour  God  ; 

When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 

And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  flem  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny'd, 
Paflion  and  envy,  luit  and  pride  ; 

While  juftice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expecl  that  blefTed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  or"  the  Lord, 
And  faith  funds  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN     133,     Common  Metre. 
Love  and  Charity,    j  Cor.  xiii.  % — 7,    13. 
1    T      ET  pharifees  of  high  efteem 
JL/     Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  iove  be  wanting  there. 
z  Love  furrers  long  with  patient  eye, 
Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte; 
She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die, 
Ana  long  forgets  the  paft. 
3   [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 
She  quenches  with  her  tongue; 
Hopes,  and  believes,   and  think*  no  ill, 
Tho"1  me  endures  the  wrong.] 

4  [^e 


Sook  IJHYMN  CXXXIV,  CXXXV.  81 

4.  [She  nordefires  nor  feeks  to  know 
The  fcandals of  the  time; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb..  J 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 

To  feek  her  neighbours  good ; 
So  God's  own  Son  camd  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r 

In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  "faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 
But  faints  for  ever  love. 

HYMN      134.     Long  Metre. 
Religion  vain  without  Love,  1  Cor.  xiii.   I«— 3» 
x    TJAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews,. 
X*l    And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe* 
If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found, 
a  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove,  j 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diftribute  ail  my  flore 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  j 

4  If 'love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  abfenj,  all  my  hopes  are  vain, : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fi'ry  zeal,  . 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

HYMN     135.      Long  Metre. 
The  Love  o/ Christ  Jhed  abroad  in  the  Heart  9 
Eph.  iii.  16,  &c. 
I   f">OME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
\^  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  j 
Then  (hall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd.  a  Ccme, 


8z  HYMN  CXXXVI,  CXXXVII.  [Book  I. 

*  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  rtrength, 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  poffefs, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whofe  pow'r  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  and  wiihes  know, 

Be  everlafting  honours  done 

By  all  the  church,  thro'  Chrift  his  Son. 

HYMN     136.       Common  Metre. 

Sincerity  and  Hypccrify  ;    or,   Formality  in  Worjbip^ 
John  iv.  24.    lTalm  cxxxix.  23,  24. 
1    /^1  OD  is  a  fpirit,  jult  and  wife, 
VJT     He  fees  our  inmoft  ihind  ; 
In  vain  to  heav'n  We  raife  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 
a  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honour  can  appear  j 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Thro1  the  difguife  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  fkies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  : 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  ray  foul  fincere  5 
Then  mall  I  ftand.  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

HYMN     137.       Long  Metre. 

Salvation  by  Grace  in  Christ,   2  Tim.   i.   9,   io» 

I   "lVTOW  t0  tne  pow'r  of  God  fupreme 
jJ^J    Be  everlafting  honours  giv'n, 
He  faves  from  hell,   (we  blefs  his  name) 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 

He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 

Arid  forms  a  people  for  his  pruife.  3  'Twas 


Book  L]  HYMN  CXXXVIII,CXXXIX,  83 

3  ^was  his  own  purpofe  that  begun 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  5 
He  gave  us  .^race  in  Chrift  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  iky. 

4.  Jefus  the  Lord  appears  at  laft, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  knownj 
Declares  the  great  tranfactions  palt, 
And  brings  immortal  blefiings  down. 

5  He  dies  ;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  deftroy  j 
Rifing,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  poffeffion  of  the  joy. 

HYMN     $38.      Common  Metre. 
Saints  in  the  Hands  of  Christ,    John  x.  28,  29. 
I    THMRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  Hands, 
JP       My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  truft; 
If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands, 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 
a  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  fave 
The  meaner!  of  his  fheep  ; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 
3  Nor  death  nor  hell  mail  e'er  remove 
His  fav' rites  from  his  breaft  ; 
In  the  dear  bofom.af  his  love 
They  muft  for  ever  reft. 

HYMN     139.       Long  Metre. 
Hope  in  the  Covenant:    or,    God's  Promife  and  Truth  un- 
changeable, Heb.  vi.   17 — 19. 

1  TJOW  oft  have  fih  and  fatan  ftrove 
J~j[    To  rend  my  foul  from  thee  my  God  ?    . 
But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord, 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace  j 
Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife.  3  Amidft 


84    HYMN     CXL,  CXLI.      [Book  I. 

«  Amidit  temptations  fharp  and  long, 

My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 

Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  ftrong, 

While  temperts  blow  and  billows  rife. 
4.  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirits  up  j 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 

Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 

Jn  oaths,  and  promifes,   and  blood. 

HYMN     140.     Common   Metre. 
A  living  and  a  dead  Faith,     Collected  from  federal 
Scriptures, 
I    li    yjTlSTAKEN  fouls  that  dream  of  heav'n, 
iVJL      And  ™ake  tneir  empty  boatl 
Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  flaves  to  lull. 

a  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Chfift  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart  j 

"lis  faith  that  works  by  lovej 

That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celeftial  pow'r  5 
This  is  the  grace  that  mail  prevail 
In    the  decifive   hour. 

5  [Faith  muft  obey   her  Father's   will, 

As   well    as    truft    his  grace  ; 
A   pard'ning  God   is  jealous    ftill 
Fof  his   own  holinefs. 

6  When   from    the  curfc  he  fets  us  free, 

He   makes  our   natures   clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  fend   his  Son    fo    be 
The   minifter  of  fia, 

7  His 


Book  I.]         HYMN     CXLL  85 

7  His  Spirit  purifies    our  frame, 

And    feals  our   peace  with   God  : 
Jefus,  and   his    falvation   came 
By  water   and  by  blood.] 

HYMN     141.     Short  Metre. 
The  Humiliation  and  Exaltation  of  Christ,  Ifaiah  lii'„ 

1  —  5,      IC— 12. 

I   TTTHO   hath  believ'd   thy  word, 
VV        Of  tny   falvation  known  ? 
Reveal  thine  arm,    almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 
3.  The  Jews  eftem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief: 

Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 

But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  ftubborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 

The  God  of  juftice  pleas' d  to  bruife 
His  berV-beloved  Son. 

5  "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

"  And  make  his  kingdom  ftand  ; 

"  My  pleafure,  (faith  the  God  of  grace) 
'*  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

6  ["  His  joyful  foul  mall  fee 
"  The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 

'      "  And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
*{  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

7  ["  Ten  thoufand  captive  flaves, 
"  Releas'd  from  death  and  fin, 

"  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
"  And  own  his  pow'r  divine.] 

8  ["Heavea 


$6    HYMN  CXLII,  CXLIII.     [Book  I, 

8   ["  Heav'n  fhall  advance  my  Son 
"  To  joys  that  earth  deny'dj 

"  Who  favv  the  follies  men  had  done, 
i(  And  bore  their  fins,  and  dy'd."] 

HYMN     14*.     Short  Metre. 
The  famey  Ifaiah  liii.  6 — 12. 
I   1"     IKE  fheep  we  went  aftray, 

J /  And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 

Each  wandYing  in  a  difPrent  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

z  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 
When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  his  veng'ance  pour 
Upon  the  fhepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace 
When  Chrift  fuftain'd  theftroke! 

His  life  and  blood  the  fhepherd  pays, 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  quite  away  ; 

Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  fhall  raife  his  head 
O'er  all  the  Ions  of  men, 

And  make  him  fee  a  nunfrous  feed, 
To  recompence  his  pain. 

6  "  I'll  give  him,  (faith  the  Lord) 

u  A  portion  with  the  ltrong  :  v 

*'  He  fhall  poflefs  a  large  reward, 
'*  And  hold  his  honours  long." 

HYMN     143.     Common  Metre. 

Char  abler  t  of  the  Children  of  God.     From  fever  al  Scrip- 
tures. 
I      /%   S  new  born  babes  defire  the  bread: 
jfcx.     To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  j 
So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  taftc, 

And  by  the  gofrcl  live.  2  {\tf  th 


Book  I.]         HYMN     CXLIII.  87 

2.   [With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 
All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all  the  flatt'ring  bates  on  earth 

Can  make  them  Haves  to  luir. ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 
Nor  grovel  in  the  duft. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufe 

Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  j 
Faith,  like  a  conqu'ror  can  produce 
A  thoufand  victories.] 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within  j 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  flave 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  the  nobleft  "pow'rs  they  have 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil.  J 

7  [They  find  acccfs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God  within  the  vail ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  powVj 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

8  O  happy  fouls  !   O  glorious  Hate 

Of  overflowing  grace  j 
To  dwell  fo  near  their  Fathers  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face. 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne  ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

10  There  flied  thy  choiceft  loves  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  ftrong  : 
Then  fliall  I  fay,  "  My  Father  God," 
With  an  unwavYing  tongue. 

HYMN 


88     HYMN  CXLIV,  CXLV.     [Book  h 

HYMN     144.     Common  Metre. 

The   ivitnejjlng  and  Jeaiir.g   Spirit,    Rom.  vii*.  14,    ;6. 

£ph.  i.  13,   14. 

1  \\THY  Aould  the  children  of  a  king 

VV        Go  mourning  all  their  davs  ? 
Great  Comforter!   defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dorr,  thou  not  dwell  in  all  che  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  bani/h  my  complain:;, 
And  ihew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Aflure  my  confcience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  j 
And  bear  thy  witnefs   with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  : 
And  thy  fort  wings,  celeftial  dove, 
Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

HYMN     145.     Common  Metre. 
Christ  ar.d  Aaron.   Taken  from  Heb.  vii.   ar.J  .*. 
I     TESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
«|      A  thoufand  glories  more 
Than  the  rich  gems  and  polifh'd  gold, 
The  fons  of  Aaron  wore, 
a  They  firir.  their  own  burnt-oiT'rings  brought, 
To  purge  themfelves  from  iin  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  fpot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

3  [Fre/h  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day 

Was  on  their  altar  fpiltj 
But  thy  one  offi'ring  takes  away 
For  ever  all  our  guilt,] 

4  [Their  prielrhood  ran  thro1  lev  ral  hands 

For  mortal  was  their  race  : 
Thy  never-changing  office  ftands, 
Eternal  as  thy  days.]  5  [Qnce 


Book  I.]  HYMN     CXLVI.  83 

5  [Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  veil  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne.] 

6  [But  Chriit  by  his  own  pow'rful  blool 

Alcends  above  the  ikies, 
And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God 
Shews  his  own  facrifice.] 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  Glory,  reigns 

On  Sion's  heav'nly  hill ; 
Looks  like  a  lamb  that  has  been  flam, 
And  wears  his  priefthood  ftill. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face  : 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 

HYMN     146.     Long  Met*. 

Cbara&ersof  Christ,  borrowed  from  inanimate  Tbingx- 
in  Scripture. 

1    •"">  O  worfhip  at  Immanuel's  feet, 

VJX  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 

Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 

His  worth,  his  glory  or  his  grace. 
%  [The  whole  creation  can  afrord 

But  fome  faint  fhadows  of  my  Lord  : 

Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 

Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 
j   [Is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 

Dear  Lord !   our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  : 
.   That  fleih,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 

Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 
4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  world  receives 

Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough, 

Js  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 

5  !> 


9o  HYMN  'CXLVI.  [Book  I. 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe?   Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  afilime, 

The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

6  [Is  he  a  vine  ?   His  heav'nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit; 
O  let  a  lalting  union  join 

My  foul  to  Chrift  die  living  vine  !] 

7  [Is  he  a  head  ?    Each  member  live*, 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  ! 
The  faints  below  and  faints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

S   [Is  he  a  fountain  ?   there  I  bathe, 

And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death  : 

Thcfe  waters   all  my  foul  renew, 

And  cleanfe  my  lpotted  garments  too.] 
9  [Is  he  a  fire  ?   He'll  purge  my  drofs  : 

But  the  true  gold  fuftains  no  lofs  : 

Like  a  refiner  ihall  he  fit, 

And  tread  the  refute  with  his  feet.] 

io   [Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves! 
The  rock  of  ages  never  moves  j 
Yet  the  fweet  frreams  that  from   him  flow, 
Attend  us  all  the  defert  thro'.] 

II   [Is  he  a  way  ?  He  leads   to  God; 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  j 
There  would  I  walk  with  hope  and  zeal, 
Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill.] 

12.   [Is  he  a  door?  I'll  enter  in  : 

Behold  the  paftures  large  and  green : 

A  Paradife  divinely  fair, 

None  but  the  meep  have  freedom  there.] 
13    [Is  he  defign'd  the  corner-ftone, 

For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 

I'll  make  him   my  foundation  too, 

Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

14  [I* 


Book  I.].       HYMN     CXLV17.  9i 

l»   [Is  he  a  temple?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majertv  and  pov/r  j 
And  ftill  to  his  moll  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.] 

15  [Is  he  a  itar?   He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  lhades  with  dawning  light ; 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  morning-ftar.] 

16  [Is  he  a  fun  ?  Kis  beams  are  grace, 
His  courfe  is  joy  and  righteouineis  : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears. 

17  O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  fkies, 
Where  ftorms  and  darknefs  never  rife  j 
There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 

And  mines,  and  reigns  th1  incarnate  God.} 
iS  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  ftars, 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  refemblance  bears  ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 
Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN     147.     Long  Metre. 

Tte  Names  and  Titles  cf  Christ.     From  federal.  Scrip- 
tures. 

1  r'>"  3  *IS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 
L  I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  5 
Nor  art  nor  nature  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majefty. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Shining  with  undimininYd  rays  : 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 

The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  king  of  kings,  the  Lord  moft  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh  : 
He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where 


92       HYMN    CXLVtll.        [Book  I. 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love, 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 

And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  preyt 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  afiumes  ! 

"  Light  of  the  world,"  and  "  Life  of  men  j" 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
He  acts  the  mediator's  part; 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 

7  At  length  the  judge  his  throne  afcends, 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And  faints  in  full  fruition  prove 

His  rich  variety  of  love. 

HYMN     148.     Proper  Metre. 

The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 

1   f'\X7'ITH  cheer1""!  voice  I  fing 
L  VV     The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word. 

Nature  and  art 

Can  ne'er  fupply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  majefty. 

a  In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 
Th'  eternal  God's 
Eternal  Son 
Inherits  and 
Partakes  the  throne.] 

3  The 


fcooKl.]        HYMN    CXLVlIt.        $J 

3   The  fov'reign  king  of  kings, 
The  Lord  of  lords  moit  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 

His  name  is  calPd 

"  The  word  of  God," 

He  rules  the  earth 

"With  iron  rod. 
■4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Gan  neither  melt  nor  move* 
The  angry  lamb  refents 
The  inj'ries  of  his  love  ; 

Awakes  his  wrath 

Without  delay, 

As  lions  rear 

And  tear  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  redeemer  comes, 
What  gentlecharaclers, 
What  titles  he  affumes! 

*'  Light  of  the  world, 
And  "  Life  of  men  j** 
Nor  will  he  bear 
Thofe  names  in  vain. 

6  Immenfe  compaffion  reignE 
In  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  a& 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  friend, 

And  brother  too, 

Divinely  kind, 

Divinely  true, 
y  At  length  the  Lord  the  Judge 
His  awful  throne  afcends, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favourites  and  friends  : 

Then  ftiall  the  faints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

pf  all  his  love.    ,  ■  HYMN 


9+         H  Y  M  N  |  CXLIX".         [Book  I. 

HYMN      149.       Long  Metre. 
The  Offices  of  Christ.     From  federal  Scripture;. 

1  TOIN   all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r 
KJ    That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 

All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
Or  let  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 

2  But  O  what  condefcending  ways 

He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 

3  [The  "  Angel  of  the  covenant"  itands 
Wich  his  commiflion  in  his  hands, 
Sent  from  his  father's  milder  throne, 
To  make  his  great  fa.'vation  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet,  let  me    blefs  thy  name  j 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n.l 

5  [My  bright  example  and  my  guide, 
1  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide  ; 

0  let  me  never  run  aftray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  fhepherd,   he  mail  keep 
My  wand  ring  foul  amongft  his  lheep  ; 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names, 
And  in  his  bofom  bears  the  lambs.] 

7  [My  furety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  father's  broken  laws  $ 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom   fet, 
My  furety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 

S    ("Jefus  my  great  high  prieft  has  d\'d, 

1  feek  no  facrihxe  befide ; 

His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne.] 
9   [My  advocate  appears  on  high, 
The  father  lays  his  thunder  by  j 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  my  father's  heart  away.]  :o  [  M 


95 


Book  L]  HYMN     CL. 

10  [My  Lord,  my  conqu'ror,  and  my  king, 
Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fword  I  fing  j 
Thine  is  the  vicYry,  and  I  fit 

A  joyful  fubject  at  thy  feet.] 

11  [Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
The  <  <  Captain  of  falvation,"  leads  : 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Tho'  death  and  hell  obftruft  the  way. 

12  Should  death  and  hell,  and  pow'rs  unknown, 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on, 

I  fhall  be  fafe;  for  Chrift  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways.  J 

HYMN     150.     Proper  Metre. 
The  fame  as  the  148th  Pfalm, 

1  TOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
«J    Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 

That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean 
To  fpeak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  fet 
My  faviour  forth. 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condefcending  ways 
Doth  our  redeemer  ufe 

To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 

3  [Array'd  in  mortal  fleA, 
He  like  an  angel  Hands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands  : 

Commiflion'd  from 
His  father's  throne, 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known. 

F  4  [Ore**, 


96  H  Y  M  N    CL.  [Book  I. 

4,  [Great  prophet  of  my  God, 
My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name  j 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came  j 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n.] 

5  [Be  thou  my  counfellor, 
My  pattern  and  my  guide  } 
And  thro'  this  defert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 

O  let  my  feet 
Ne'er  run  aftray 
Nor  rove,  nor  feek 
The  crooked  way!] 

6  [I  love  my  fhepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  eyes  mail  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  fheep  s 

He  feeds  his  flock, 
He  calls  their  names, 
His  bofom  bears 
The  tender  lambs.] 

7  [To  this  dear  furety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  j 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 

His  father's  broken  laws. 
Behold  my  foul 
At  freedom  fet ; 
My  furety  paid 
The  dreadful  debt.] 

8  [Jefus  my  great  high  prieft, 
Ofter'd  his  blood  and  dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  confcience  feeks 
No  facrifice  befide. 

His  pow'rful  blood 

Did  once  atone  j 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before,  the  thone.]  9  [My 


Book  I.]  H  Y  M  N     CL.  97 

9   [My  advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 
Not  all  that  hell 
Or  fin  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  his  heart, 
His  love  away.] 
io  [My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  conqu'ror  and  my  king, 
Thy  fccptre,  and  thy  fword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  fing. 
Thine  is  the  pow'r  j 
Behold  I  fit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet.] 
XI   [Now  let  my  foul  arife, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  : 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 
A  feeble  faint 
Shall  win  the  day, 
Tho'  death  and  hell 
Obftruct  the  way.] 
12  Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moft  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on  j 
I  mail  be  fafe  ; 
For  Chrilt  difplays 
Superior  pow'r 
And  guardian  grace. 


Toe  END   of  the.  FIRST   BOOK. 


F  a 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


BOOK    II. 


COMPOSED    ON     DIVINE     SUBJECTS, 


HYMN     i.     Long  Metre. 
A  Song  inpralfe  to  God  from  Great-Britain. 

1    *VTATURE  with  a11  her  pow'rs  fhail  fing 

X^f    God  the  creator  and  the  king  : 

Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  fkies,  nor  feas 

Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 
a  [Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 

Ye  feraphs,  that  fit  near  his  throne  j 

Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 

To  the  creation's  utmoft  bound.] 
3   [All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 

Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name  j 

"Whilft  with  our  fouls,    and  with  our  voice, 

We  fing  his  honours  and  our  joys.} 
4.  [To  him  be  facred  all  we  have, 

From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  :  ' 

Our  lips  fhall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 

And  ev'ry  word  a  miracle.  J 
5   [This  northern  ifle,  our  native  land, 

Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand : 

Our  foes  of  vicYry  dream  in  vain, 

And  wear  the  captivating  chain.  6  He 


Book  II.]  HYMN     II.  99 

6  He  builds  and  guards  the  Britiih  throne, 
And  makes  it  gracious,  like  his  own  j 
Makes  our  fucceflive  princes  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind.] 

7  Raife  monumental  praifes  high 

To  him  that  thunders  thro'  the  iky, 

And  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown 

Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down.     ' 
%  [Pillars  of  lafting  brafs  proclaim 

The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name ; 

While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 

The  honours  of  the  God  of  war.] 
9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftieit.  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongs  ; 

Britain  pronounce  with  warmelr,  joy 

Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

xo  [Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name : 
The  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raife, 
Faint  in  the  wor/hip  and  the  praife.] 

HYMN     2.     Common  Metre. 
The  Death  of  a  Sinner, 

1  "|i   /fY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjecls  roll, 
JLVJL     Damnation  and  the  dead  j 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 

Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  mores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay  j 
Till  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  me  defcends 

Down  to  the  fi'ry  coaft, 

Amongft  abominable  fiends  ; 

Herfelf  a  frighted  ghoft. 

F  3  4  There 


loo  HYMN     III.  [BookIL 

4  There  endlefs  crouds  of  finners  lie, 

And  darkhefs  makes  their  chains ; 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry,. 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifh  and  their  Mood 

For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
Shall  harken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learo'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love  ! 

HYMN     3.     Common  Metre. 
'The-  Death  and  Burial  of  a  Saint. 
I  "TX  THY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  ? 
y  V       Or  make  at  death's  alarms?  ' 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms, 
a  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 
As  fail  as  time  can  move? 
Nor  mould  we  wilh  the  hours  more  flow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ?     . 
There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blefs'd. 

And  foft'ned  ev'ry  bed  : 
Wjiere  fhould  the  dyiag  members  reft, 
But  with  their  dying  head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcending  high, 

And  fhew'd  our  feet  the  way : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flein  mall  fly, 
At  the  great  rifing-day. 

6  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  , 

Ye  faints,  afcend  the  fcies,  HYMN 


Book  II.]        HYMN    IV,  V.  £>l 

H  Y  M  N     4.     Long  Metre. 
Salvation  in  the  Crofs, 
I    T  TERE  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God, 

J[  _£    I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love, 

Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 

Jefus  !   nor  mall  it  e'er  remove. 
a  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 

With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes,, 

Nor  helf  mall  fright  my  heart  away, 

Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thence, 
AloveSefs  and  firm  this  heart  mould  lie : 
Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I  muft  perifh,  there  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear  5 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  fhade ! 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  ftrike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dares  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  mall  Iofe  their  aim  : 
Hofanna  to  my  dying  God  ; 

And  my  beft  honours  to  his  name. 

HYMN     5.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  to praife  Christ  better. 
I   T     ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roil 

JL/   O'er  the  iharp  forrows  of  thy  foul, 

And  jfead  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 

Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  thy  crofs  j 
3  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin,^ 

Vanquifh'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine  j 

And  fee  the  man  that  groand  and  dy'd, 

Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  fide  j 
3  My  paffions  rife  and  foar  above, 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love; 

Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 

And  learn  the  rotes  that  Gabriel  fings.  4  But 


102  HYMN    VT.  [Book  II, 

4  Lat  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains ; 

And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 
Muft  fall  below  thy  victories, 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  muft  appear 
When  we  Ihall  leave  thefe  bodies  here, 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay ;    and  mount  on  high, 
To  join  the  fongs  a,bove  the  fky. 

HYMN     6.     Common  Metre. 
A  Morning  Song. 

1  /~\NCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day 
\^_J     Salutes  thy  waking  eyesj 

Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  fkies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  found, 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits. 
To  turn  the  feafons  round.. 

3  'Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tongue  fhall  fpeak  his  praife ; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withftand  j 
Thy  juftice  might  have  crufh'd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the  laft  fetting-fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thready 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilft  I  enjoy  the  light  j 
Then  fhail  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
.And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 

HYMN 


Book  II.]      HYMN    VII,  VIII.       103 

HYMN     VII.     Common  Metre. 
An  Evening  Song. 

1  T  I  "\READ  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 
L  1  /      Like  holy  incenfe  rife  j 

Afnft  the  off 'rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  Ikies. 

2  Thro'  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  ftill  my  guard, 
And  ftill  to  drive  my  wants  away. 
Thy  mercy  ftood  prepar'd.] 

3  Perpetual  bleffings  from  above 

Encompafs  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  of 'love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  .that  dy'd 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Faft  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  brealt. 

HYMN     8.     Common  Metre. 
An  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening* 
k  *    T  TOSANNA  with  a  cheerful  found, 
Jl  JL     To  God's  upholding  hand  j 
Ten  thoufand  fhares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  fecure  we  ftand. 

2.  That  was  a  moft  amazing  pow'r 
That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour. 

We  lean  upon  the  Lord.  3  The 


lo4  HYMN     IX.  [Book  II. 

3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  roomj 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  aflure     » 

That  we  mall  end  the  day ; 
For  death  {lands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin, 

To  God's  avenging  law  j 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  : 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night, 
Beneath  his  fliady  wings. 

HYMN     9.     Common  Metre. 
Godly  Sorrow  arlfing  from  the  Sufferings  of  Christ, 
I      A   LAS,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 
jfjL     And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ! 
Wou'd  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

*  [Thy  body  fiain,  fweet  Jefus,  thine, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glorious  fuff'rer  ftdod  !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !   Grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And  fhut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  muker  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  bluihing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
Difiblve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 

And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears.  6  But 


Book  II.]        HYMN     X,  XL  16$ 

6  £  it  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
JThe  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
fcfcre,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  j 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN     10.     Common  Metre. 
Parting  ivitb  carnal  Joys. 
I    TV  JfY  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
JLvl.     And  bids  the  world  farewel  j 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feat,  , 

And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

a  No  longer  will  I  afk  your  love, 

Nor  feek  your  friendship  more  j 
The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
Is  not  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  the  fpacious  earth 

That  fuits  my  large  deiire ; 

To  boundlefs  joy  and  folid  mirth 

My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  almighty  ruler  of  the  fphere, 

The  glorious  and  the  great, 
Brings  his  own  all-fufficience  there, 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  j 
There  fits  my  faviour  drefs'd  in  love, 
And  there  my  fmiling  God. 


*    H  Y  M  N     ii.     Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 
Send  the  joys  of  earth  away  5 
Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea 
And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind. 


I 


e  Your 


io6  HYMN    XII.         [Book  If. 

a  Your  ftreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulph  of  black  defpair; 
And  whilft  I  liften'd  to  your  fong, 
Your  ftreams  had  e'en  convey 'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 
That  warnM  me  of  that  dark  abyfs  j 
That  drew  me  from  thole  treach'rous  feas, 
And  bid  me  feek  fuperior  blifs. 

4  Now  to  the  fhining  realms  above 

I  ftretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes : 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  fkies  ! 

5  There  from  the  bofom  of  my  God 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll  j 
There  would  I  fix  my  laft  abode, 
And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

HYMN     12.     Common  Metre, 
Christ  is  the  Subjiance  of  the  Lcvitical  Priejihood, 
I  fTT^HE  true  Meffiah  now  appears, 
H        The  types  are  all  withdrawn  j 
So  fly  the  madows  and  the  ftars 
Before  the  rifing  dawn, 
a  No  fmoking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 
Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flain, 
Incenfe  and  fpice  of  coftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofPring  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  fleih  to  Ihow 

The  wonders  of  his  love } 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  «'  Father,  (he  cries)  forgive  their  fin*, 

«'  For  I  myfelf  have  dy'd  j" 
And  then  he  mews  his  open'd  veins, 

And  pleads  his  wounded  fide.  HYMN 


Book  II.]     HYMN     XIII,  XIV.      107 

HYMN     13.     Long  Metre. 
The  Creation,  Frcfervation,  Djfolution,  and  Rejiorat'ton  of 

this  World 
I    OING  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies, 

l^  The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  (lately  frame 

Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 

And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 
2,  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  form'd  the  hills. 

Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft, 

Nature  and  time  without  their  wheels, 

And  pufh'd  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  \ 
He  bids  the  fhining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years* 

4  Thus  fhall  this  moving  engine  laft, 
Till  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in  : 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft, 
To  {hake  it  all  to  duft  again ! 

5  Yet,  when  the  found  fhall  tear  the  fkies, 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a. new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 

HYMN     14.  -  Short  Metre. 
The  Lord's   Day:    or,    delight  in  Ordinances* 
I   \ "T  TELCOME  fweet  day  of  reft, 
W     That  f aw  tbe  Lord  arifej 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breaft, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 
a  The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 
And  feafts  his  faints  to-day ; 

Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 

Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  day* 
Of  pleafurable  fin. 

G  4  My 


io8        HYMN    XV,  XVI.     [Book  II. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 
In  fuch  a  place  as  this, 

And  fit  and  fing  her  foul  away 
To  everlafting  blifs. 

HYMN     15.     Long  Metre. 
The  Enjoyment  of  Ch  r  i  a t  :  or,  del'tgb  t  in  JlforJh'tp» 

I   T~j\A.R  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be  gone, 

JP     Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee  j 

I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee, 
a  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 

And  kindles  with  a  pure  defire  : 

Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  "from  above, 

And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  ftand 
In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right-hand, 
And  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide 
River's  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hafte  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace : 
Bring  down  a  tafle  of  truth  divine  ! 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 

5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafle  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  fhine  j 
Thou  brighter!:,  fweeteft,  faireft  one, 
That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known. 

HYMN     16.     Long  Metre. 
Part  the  Second. 

7  T     ORD,  what  a  beav'n  of  faving  grace 
|   j  Shines  thro'  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 

And  lights  our  paffions  to  aflame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  ! 

8  When 


Book  II,]         HYMN    XVII.  109 

8  When  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  mine, 
]  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

9  While  fuch  a  fcence  of  facred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls'  employs, 
Here  we  could  fit,  and  gate  away 

A  long,  and  everlafting  day. 
16  Well,  we  mail  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coat  of  perfect  light: 
Then  mall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 
11    [There  fliall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heavenly  trees  ! 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 
A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 
j 2  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right-hand 
While  we  pafs  thro'  this  birren  land, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 
A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  thee.] 

HYMN     17.     Common  Metre. 
God's  Eternity. 

1  Ty  ISE,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground ; 
Jj  V     Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And.roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 

To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 

2  Long  e're  the  lofty  fkies  were  fpread, 

Jehovah  fillM  his  throne, 
Or  Adam  fornVd,  or- angels  made, 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 

But  (Fill  maintain  their  prime  j 
Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  prefent  and  the  pair, 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  now, 
And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

G  %  <  Tnc 


no      HYMN   XVIII,  XIX,     [Book  II. 

5  The  fea  and  iky  muft  peri/h  too, 

And  vaft  deitrucYion  come  I 
The  creatures — look  !  how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  their  fi'ry  doom. 

6  Well,  let  the  fea  ihrink  all  away, 

And  flame  melt  down  the  fkies  ; 
My  God  mail  live  an  endlefs  day, 
"When  th'  old  creation  dies. 

HYMN     1 8.     Long  Metre. 
The  Minijlry  of  Angeh. 

I    T  TIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light, 
Jrj[    The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  fear, 
And  troops  of  angels  Itretch  d  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

a  *«  Go,  (faith  the  Lord)  *  my  Gabriel,  go, 
"  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb : 
"  Make  hafte,  -|-  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
<£  Sing  and  proclaim  the  faviour  come." 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  %  leaves  the  fides, 
And  thick  around  Elifha  ftands: 

Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Petef  s  ||  hzn&s. 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  j 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts, 

Let  angels  be  cur  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  §  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  -come ; 
With  cheerful  hafte;  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home, 

H  Y  M  &     iq.     Common  Metre. 
Cur  frail  Bodies,    and  God  our  Freffr-vtr* 
I   "I '     ET  others  boaft  bow  ftrong  they  be, 

_f t     Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 

But  weMi  confefs,  G  Lord,  to  thee, 

What  feeble  things  we  are.  2  Freih 

•  Luke  i.  26.     fLukeii.  13.    %  2  Kings  vi.  17.    JJ  Ails 
iii.7.    $Heb.  i.  14. 


Book  II.]  HYMN     XX.  ill 

z  Frdh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand, 
Ami  flourifh  bright  and  gay  j 
A  blading  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  : 
Strange  !   that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  Bat  'tis  our  God  fapports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  firft  J 
Salvation  to  th'  almighty  nam", 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  duft. 

5  [He  fpoke,  and  ftraight  our  hearts  and  brains 

In  all  their  motions  rofe  j 
"  Let  blood  (faid  he)  flow  round  the  veins  j" 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 

Our  maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  fpirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs. 
Or  they  would  breathe   no  more.] 

HYMN     20.     Common  Metre. 
Backfidifigs  and  Returns:  or,  the  Inccnftancy  of  our  Lvoe. 
j  TTTHY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
W       My  God,  my  chief  delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 
.  a  [Why  fhould  my  foolifh  paflions  rove? 
Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tafted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ?] 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renew* 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  1  cannot  lofe 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 

4  But  e're  one  fleeting  hour  is  pafs'd, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafle, 

Aad  to  pollute  my  joys.  5  [Tribes 


ii2  HYMN     XXT.  [Book  II. 

5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart, 
And  thruft  me  from  thy  arms.  J 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  foul 

That  1  ihould  leave  thee  fo  : 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll. 
That  let  a  faviour  go  ? 

7  [Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 

And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief  j 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief  j 
S  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprife  j 
He  draws  with  loving  bands  j 
Divine  companion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 
9   [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wonder  thus 
In  chafe  of  falfe  delight? 
Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 
Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight. 

io  Make  hafte,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 
And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breaft.J 

HYMN     a i.     Long  Metre. 
A  Song  of  Praife  to  God  the  Redeemer, 
I    1       ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
1    /  Of  great  Diana  and  of  Jove  j 
But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue, 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 
%  Behold  a  God  defcends  and  dies-, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  ! 
How  the  black  gulph  where  Satan  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 
3  How  juftice  frown'd  and  veng'ance  flood, 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 
But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again,  4  Infinite 


Book  II.]     HYMN    XXII,  XXIII.     113 

4  Infinite  Lover  !  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlcfs  honours  giv'n  ; 
Thy  wond'rous  name  fhall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wid-*r  heav'n. 
HYMN     22.     Long  Metre. 
With  Goris  terrible  Majejly. 

1  ^T^ERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'ft  on  high, 

X     How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  hand  ! 
Thy  fi'ry  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  ' 
Nor  can   all  earth   or  heL   withftand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel-angels  knew, 
And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  thro', 
And  weighty  veng'ance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  ftill, 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  j 

"  With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
'*'  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  !" 

4  Tremble,  ye  flnners,  and  fubmit, 
Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne  j 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 

Or  his  ftrong  hand  fhall  cruih  you  down. 

5  And  ye,  blefs'd  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  j 
Thus  all  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 

God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

HYMN     23.     Long  Metre. 
the  Sight  of  God  and  Christ  in  Heaven. 
I    TT"\ESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  dove, 
\^_J  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on,  thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things  : 
a  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  iky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  iblid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul, 

G  4  3  O 


ii4         HYMN    XXIV.         [Book  II. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafing  fight, 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  fits  our  faviour  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  ftand, 
And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall  j 
The  God  fhines  gracious  thro'  the  man, 
And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all  ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  fing, 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  king  ! 

6  When  fhall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  fhall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  ftand  and  bow  amongft  'em  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  fing  and  love  ? 

HYMN     24.     Long  Metre. 
The  Evil  of  Sin  -vifible  in  the  Fall  of Angels  and  Jtfa. 

*   \X7HEN  the  great  builder  arch'd  the  fkies, 
V  V     And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 

2  High  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a  tall  arch-angel,  fate, 
Amongft  the  morning  ftars  *  he  fung, 
Till  fin  deftroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate. 

3  ['Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies  : 

"  How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  down, 

«<  Son  of  the  meaning,  f  from  the  fkies  !"] 

4  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood, 
Till  fin  defil'd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 

*  Job  xxxviii.  7.         f  ifaiah  xiv.  12. 

5  [So 


Book  II.]  HYMN     XXV.  n5 

5  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bowV, 
And  fpread  deftru&ion  alL  abroad  j 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 
Spoil'd  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.  J 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
That  fuch  a  foe  fhould  feize  thy  breaft  } 
Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief ; 

O  !  may  he  Hay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne  our  fhouts  fhall  rife. 
Thine  everlafting  arm  we  fing, 

For  fin,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 

HYMN     25.     Common  Metre* 
Complaining  of  Spiritual  Sloth, 
I    A  JfY  drow.'y  pow'rs,  why  fieep  ye  fo  ? 
XVJL      Awake,  my  fluggifli  foul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 
2.  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  Arrive  ; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 
3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  Aands, 
And  ftars  their  courfes  move  j 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : 
4. We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 
And  labour1  d  for  our  good, 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  fliall  we  lie  fo  fluggifli  ftill, 

And  never  ac~l  our  parts  ! 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill, 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  fliall  our  aclive  fpirits  move, 

Upward  our  fouls  fhall  rife  ; 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love 

We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize.  HYMN 


ti6    HYMN   XXVI,  XXVII.  [Book  U. 

HYMN     26.     Long  Metre. 
God  In-v't/fbk. 
I    1 '     ORD,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind, 

J /  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  j 

O  !   'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind, 

To  glance  a  thought  half-way  to  God. 
a  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky 

The  Great  Eternal  reigns  alone, 

Where  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fly, 

Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infufferably  bright, 
And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
Substantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,  and  cheer  us  from  above  j 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 

HYMN     27.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  ye  him,  all  his  Angels,     Pfalm  cxlviii.  2. 
3    f~^  OD  !   the  eternal  awful  name ! 

VJT  That  the  whole  heav'nly  army  fears, 
That  fhakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 
And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  j 
But,  O  ye  f?ry  flames,  declare 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  'Tis  not  for  fuch   poor  worms  as  we, 
To  fpeak  io  infinite  a  thing  j 

But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 

The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  fhews  his  fmiling  face, 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  ; 
Triumph  and  joy  run  thro'  the  place, 

And  fongs  eternal  as  the  day.  5  Speak 


Book  II.]       HYMN     XXVIII.         117 

c  Speak,  (for  you  feel  this  burning  love) 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  thro'  all  your  frame  j 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 
For  we  on  earth  have  loft  the  name. 

6  [Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too, 
That  infinite  right-hand  of  his, 
That  vanquiuYd  Satan  and  his  crew, 

And  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.] 

7  [What  mighty  ftorms  of  poifon'd  darts, 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  dreadful  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Faft  to  the  racks  of  longdefpair.] 

8  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft, 
You  that  beheld  the  finking  foe  j 
Firmly  ye  flood,  when  they  were  loft  : 
Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  you  fo.J 

9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  Ikies, 
Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation  hear  j 

And  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife, 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

HYMN     28.     Common  Metre. 
Death  and  Eternity. 

I   QTOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to  rife, 
l^     Converfe  awhile  with  death : 
Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies. 
And  pants  away  his  breath, 
a  His  quivering  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 
His  pulfes  faint  and  fewj 
Then  fpeechiefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 
3  But,  Oh,  the  foul  that  never  dies  ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way. 

G  6  4.  Up 


n8      H  Y  M  N  XXIX,  XXX.     [Book  II, 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there  j 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair, 

5  And  mull  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  mult  this  foul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  fome  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  fare  above  ! 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  foul  I  trull : 
And  my  flelh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  duft. 

HYMN     29.     Common  Metre. 
Rtdetnption  by  Prince  and  Power. 

I    TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above  ! 
J      My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  found  aloud  thy  laving  love, 
And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 
a  Biels'd  be  the  lamb,  my  deareir.  lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  fvvord 
In  his  own  vital  flood. 

3  The  lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 

From  S  atan's  heavy  chains, 
And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  heil  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  lamb, 

And  never-ceafing  praife, 
While  angels  love  to  know  his  name, 
Or  faints  that  feel  his  grace. 

HYMN     30.      Short  Metre. 
Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth. 
I   |"  /^tOME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
L  V^i     And  let  our  joys  be  known  j 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 

And  thus  furround  the  throne.  2  The 


Book  II.]         HYMN    XXX.  119 

2  The  forrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banifh'd  from  this  place  : 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 

3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fav' rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high 

And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy-  fky, 

And  manages  the  feas  :] 
5'  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love; 
He  mall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 

To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  mail  we  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 

To  that  immortal  ftate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blife 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 

5  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celeftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.  J 

9  [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thoufand  facred  fweets,  , 

Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets. 

10  Then  let  our  fongs   abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  ImmanueFs  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

HYMN 


120     HYMN  XXXT,  XXXtf.    [Book  II. 

HYMN     31.     Long  Metre. 
Christ's  Prefence  makes  Death  eafy. 
1   'IT  THY  fhould  we  ftart,    and  fear  to  die? 
V  V     What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

z  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  ftrife, 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  j 
Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  O  !   if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  ihould  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafte, 
Fly  fearlefs  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 

Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhe  pafs'd. 

4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breaft  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 

HYMN     32.     Common  Metre. 
Frailty  and  Folly. 
I    TTOW  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life ! 
X~l      How  valt'  our  fouls  affairs  ! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  ftrive 
To  lavifh  out  their,  years. 

Z  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along* 
Without  a  moments  ftay: 
Juft  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedlefs  on, 
And  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop   downwards  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deferve  the  deepeft  hell, 

That  flight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  veng'ance  mould  we  feci. 
That  break  fuch  cords  of  love  ! 

<  Draw 


Book  II.]       HYMN    XXXIII.         121 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  lee  falvatjon  nigh. 

HYMN     33.     Common  Metre. 
The  blejfed  Society  in  Heaven. 

1  "T\  AISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run 
J\     Thro'  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 

And  fay,  There's  nought  below  the  fun 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 

And  tread  the  courts  above : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightieft  things 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneft  love.] 

3  There  on  a  h;gh  majeftic  throne 

Th'  Almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  flieds  his  glorious  goodnefs  down, 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  a  fun,  the  Saviour  fits, 

And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  ev'ning's  there,  nor  gloomy  nights^ 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidft  thofe  ever-ihining  Ikies 

Behold  the  facred  Dove, 
While  ban'nn'd  fin  and  forrow  flies 
Form  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glorious  tennants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne  j 
And  faints  and  feraphs  fing  and  praife 
The  infinite  Three-One. 

7  [But,  O  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace 

Tranfport  them  all  the  while  ' 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jefus'  face, 
And  love  in  every  fmile  !] 

8  Jefus  !    O  when  fhall  that  dear  day, 

That  joyful  hour  appear. 
When  I  fhall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay 

To  dwell  amongft  them  there  ?  HYMN 


122     HYMN  XXXIV, XXXV.  [Book  II. 

HYMN     34.     Common  Metre. 

Brectbing  after  tbe  holy  Spirit :  or,  Fervency  of  Devotion 

defred. 

1  /^OME,  holy  Spirit,  heavn'ly  Dove,     - 
V>*     With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 

In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  Joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 

In  vain  we  Arrive  te  rife, 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  LoriM  and  mail  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  ihall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN     35.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  ft  God  for  Creation  and  Redemption* 

1  1       ET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
1  J     Who  never  knew  thy  grace ; 

But  our  loud  fongs  fliall  ftill  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

2  We  raife  our  ftouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  j 
All  glory  to  th'  United  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
*Tis  he  reftores  ourruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  J  4  Hofanna  ! 


Book  II.]       HYMN     XXXVI.         123 

4  Hofanna  !  let  the  earth  and  fkies 
Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills  and  vales,  reflect:  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

HYMN     36.     Short  Metre. 
Christ's  Inter  cefiion. 

1  XT  TELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 

V V       T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
"With  his  atoning  blood, 

2  No  fi'ry  veng'ance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  : 

If  Jufrice  calls  for  linners  blood, 
The  Saviour  (hews  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ! 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  (miles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
Our  maker's  honour  fing ; 

Jefus  the  prieft  receives  our  fongs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 
And  found  his  glories  high  j 

"  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace 
"  That  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

6  "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
"  And  triumphs  all  above  :" 

But,  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  ftrains, 
To  fpeak  immortal  love  1 

7  [How  jarring  and  how  low 
Are  all  the  notes  we  fing  ! 

Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
And  they  (hall  pleafe  the  King.] 

HYMN 


I24  H7MN  XXXVII,  XXXVIII.  [Book  II, 

HYMN    37.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame, 

1  1       IFT   up  your  eye*  10  th'  heav'nly  feats 
X__j     Where  y  jur  Redeemer  ftays  : 

Kind  Jnterceffor,  there  he  fits 

And  Lyes,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Twas  well,  mv  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 

And  flied  his  vital  blood, 
Appeased  ftern  Juftice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife, 

And  faints  their  off'iings  bring, 
The  Prieft  with  his  own  facrifke 
Prefents  them  to  the  King. 

4  [Let  Papifts  truft  what  names  they  pleafe, 

Their  faints  and  angels  boaft  5 

We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 

Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  hoft.J 

5  Jefus  alone  mall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne  : 
He,  deareft  Lord,  perfumes  my  fighs, 
And  fweetens  ev'ry  groan. 

6  [Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 

"  Hofanna  in  the  high'ft  !" 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  Spirits  bring 
To  God  and  to  his  Chrift.] 

HYMN     38.     Common  Metre. 
Love  to  God. 
I   TTAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
XX.    Where  love  infpires  the  breaft  ; 
Love  is  the  brighter*  of  the  train, 
And  ftrengthens  all  the  reft. 
%  Knowledge,  alas  !   'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear  : 
Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  'TU 


Book  II.]     HYMN  XXXIX,  XL.       125 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  fwift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too  j 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  fings 

When  faith  and  hope  (hall  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  this  mail  ftrike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs, 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 

HYMN     39.     Common  Metre. 
The  Shortnefs  and  Mifery  of  Life, 
J   /^\UR  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days 
\_Jr      Are  fhort  and  wretched  too  j 
"  Evil  and  few*,**  the  patriarch  fays  5 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 

2  7Tis  but  at  beft  a  narrow  bound 

That  heav'n  allows  to  men, 
And  pains  and  fins  run  thro'  the  round 
Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  haftej 
Moments  of  fin,  and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  tao  fan:. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 

And  call  her  to  the  Ikies, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

HYMN     40.     Common  Metre. 
Our  Comfort  in  the  Covenant  made  with  Christ* 
I   /^UR  Gad  !  how  firm  his  promife  ftands  ! 
\_>r      Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face, 
He  trutts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

*  Oen.  xlvii,  9.  %  Thsj* 


126  HYMN     XLI.         [Book  II, 

2  Then  why,  ray  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints, 

Since  Chrift  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  hath  liv'd, 

And  part  of  heav'n  poflefs'd  j 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  truft  him  for  the  reft. 

HYMN    41.     Long  Metre. 
A  Sight  of  Gob  mortifies  us  to  the  World, 

1  j*T  TP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
L  \J    And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly, 
But  (in  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 

2  Thy  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  j 
And  thou  canft  bear  me  where  thou  fiy'ft, 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celeftial  dove  ! 

3  O  might  1  once  mount  up  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th1  eternal  fkies ! 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be! 
How  defpicable  to  my  eyes  !] 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifh  foon  j 
Vanifh,  as  tho'  I  faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave  } 
I  ftiould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  a  fhaking  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar, 

6  Great  All  in  All !   Eternal  King  ! 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fliall  bow,  and  fing 
Thine  end'lefs  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 


HYMN 


Book  II.]     HYMN    XLII,  XLIII.      127 

HYMN     42.     Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  God. 
I    Ti   If  Y  God,  what  endlefs  plealures  dwell 
A. VJL      Above,  at  thy  right-hand  ! 
Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  ftand  ! 

a  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 
And  chirps  a  cheerful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  upwards  to  thy  Ikies, 
And  tunes  his  warbling  throat : 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  pretence,  Lord, 

We  fhout  with  joyful  tongues  ; 

Or  fitting  round  our  Father's  board, 

We  crown  the  feail  with  fongs. 

4  While  jefus  mines  with  quick'ning  grace, 

We  ling  and  mount  on  high  j 
But  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face," 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 

5  [Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow' d  ftate, 
Wand'ring,  fhe  flies  thro'  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

6  Juft  fo  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 

In  reftlefs  circles  rove  j 
Juft  lb  we  droop  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  Jefus  hides  his  love.] 

HYMN     43.     Long  Metre, 
Christ's  Sufferings  and  Glory . 
I     rVjOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
X\j    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 


Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  a*bove  j 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  cverlafting  love. 


3  Dovm 


128         HYMN    XLIV.         [Book  IL 

3  [Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  j 
He  came  t'  atone  almighty  wrath  ; 
Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 

4  [Hell  and  its  lions  roar'd  around  j 
His  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt  ! 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  down* 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  almighty  Captive  pris'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  almighty  Captive  kft  the  earth, 
And   rofe  to  everlafting  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  of  fhining#grace j 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
R.ound  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face. 

7  Amangft  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs 
Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  j 

His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  thro'  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 

HYMN     44.     Long  Metre. 
Hell :  or,  the  Vengeance  of  God. 

1  "W  7"  I  T  H  holy  fear  and  humble  fong, 

VV      The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore j 
Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  Far  in  the  deep  where  darknefs  dwells, 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 
Juftice  hath  built  a  difmal  hell, 

And  laid  her  ftores  o;   veng'arce  there. 

3  [Eternal  plagues  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks  and  r?ry  coals, 
And  darts  t'  infti&  immortal  pains, 
Dy'd  in  the  blood  of  damned  louls. 

4  There  Satan  the  firrr  finner  lies, 
And  roars,   and  bite    his  in>n  b.  nds  ; 
In  vain  the  rebel  ftnves  to  rife, 

Crulh'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.  J     5  There 


Hook  II.]      HYMN  XLV,  XLVI.      129 

5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's  race 
Shrek  out  and  howl  beneath  thy  red  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son ; 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  $ 
Elle  your  damnation  haftens  on, 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

HYMN     45.     Long  Metre. 
God's   Condefcenjion  to  our  Worth  \p. 

1  f  I  \  H  Y  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  !  . 

J  Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ! 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  ftarry  throne, 
And  pleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongsj 
But  th'  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  harken  to  our  tongues. 

3  Great  God  !   what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 

,    Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay  j 
But  thy  compaffion's  all  divine. 

HYMN     46.     Long  Metre. 

God'j  Condefcenjion  to  human  Affairs, 

1  Tj    TP  to  the  Lord,  that  reigns  on   high, 
vJ    And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 

Let  everlafting  praifes  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  [He  that  can  fhake  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word  or  with  his  rod  j 

His  goodnefs  how  amazing  great  j 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  !] 

3  [God,  that  muft  ftoop  to  view  the  Ikies, 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 

Down  to  our  earth  he  carts  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footfteps  downward  too.] 

4  He 


l3o        HYMN    XLVII.        [Book  II. 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  j 

On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  kings 
Beftows  his  counfels  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  forrows  and  our  tears,  we  pour 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  ; 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 

'  Such  condefcenficn  to  perform  ! 
For  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high 
Above  their  meaner*  fellow-worm. 

7  O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

HYMN     47.     Long  Metre. 
Glory  and  Grace  in  the  Per/on  of  Christ, 
I    XTOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 

_!_%{    Awake,  my  foul  ;  awake  my  tongue  : 
Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 

►  l  See  where  it  mines  in  Jefus'  face, 
The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace  j 
God,  in  the  perlon  of  his  Son, 
Hath  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone. 

3  The  fpacious  earth  and  fpreading  flood, 
Proclaim   the  wife  and  pow'rful  God  j 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar, 
Sparkle  in  ev  ry  rolling  ftar. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  Hands, 
The  nobleft  labour  of  thine  hands : 
The  pleafing  luftre  of  his  eyes 
Outfliines  the  wonders  of  the  ikies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  j 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus'  name! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  j 
Ye  heav'ns  reflect  it  to  the  ground  S         f 


Book  II.]   HYMN  XL  VIII,  XLIX.    131 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  ne  unveils  his  lovely  face ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 

HYMN    48.     Common  Metre. 
Love  to  the  Creatures  is  dangerous, 
*    T  TOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 
JT1      How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  tooj 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

2  The  brighter!:  things  below  the  fky 

(Jive  but  a  flatt'ring  light 5 
We  fhould  fufpect  fome  danger  nigh 
Where  we  poflefs  delight. 

3  Our  deareft  joys  and  nearer!  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  firong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ? 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  chem  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !   let  thy  beauties  be 

My  foul's  eternal  food  j 
And  g.ace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

HYMN     49.     Common  Metre* 
Mofes  Dying  in  the  Embraces  of  God. 
*    T"\EATH  canno:  make  our  fouls  afraid, 
JLJ     If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  thro'  its  darkeft  made, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 
2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 
If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  1  were  calPd  to  go', 
And  die  as  Mofes  did. 

H  3  Might 


l3i  H  Y  M  N    L.  [Book  II. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promis'd  land, 

My  flefti  itielf  would  long  to  drop, 

And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  fo  divine  a  death. 

HYMN     50.     Long  Metre. 

Comforts  under  Sorrows  and  Pains. 

!   TWTOW  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile, 

J^    And  ihew  my  name  upon  his  heart  j 

I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile, 

And  in  the  pleafure  lofe  the  fmart. 
a.  But  O !  it  fwells  my  forrows  high, 

To  fee  my  blefled  Jefus  frown  ^ 

My  fpirit's  fink,  my  comforts  die,     • 

And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet  why,  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  ? 
Still  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  j 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  faints, 
And  feels  their  forrows  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breaft; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name} 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd, 
Then  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  laft  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
Thole  letters  mall  fecurely  ftand, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 
C  Now  mail  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will, 
My  rifing  and  my  fetting  fun,  _ 
Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hilli 

HYMN 


Book  II.]       HYMN     LI,  LII.         133 

HYMN     51.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  Son  equal  ivith  the  Father. 

I   T>  RIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  !      . 

J|3  Our  lpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  j 

To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 

And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet, 
a  [Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdom  fwayt 

All  nature  with  a  fov'reign  word  ; 

And  the  bright  world  of  ftars  obeys 

The  will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.] 

3  [Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
And  fmiling  fit  at  thy  right-hand  j 
Eternal  juftic*  guards  thy  throne, 

And  veng'ance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

4  A  thoufand  feraphs  ftrong  and  bright 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 
But  who  amongft  the  fons  of  light 
Pretends  companion  with  thee  ? 

15  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 
Jefus  array'd  in  fleih  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  [Their  glory  mines  with  equal  beams, 
Their  efience  is  for  ever  orie  : 

Tho'  they  are  known  by  diff'rent  name$, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chriit  our  King 
With  equai  honours  be  ador'd  j 

His  prail'e  let  ev'ry  angel  fing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 

HYMN     52.     Common  Metre 
Death  dreadful  or  delightful,   ' 
I   T^EATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
JL/     To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul  is  fore'd  away 
To  feek  her  laft  abode, 

Hz  a  I» 


i34  HYMN     LIII.         [Book  II, 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  fhe  lifts  her  eyes  ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  ikies* 
To  darlcnefs,  fire  and  pain. 

3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell  j 

Let  ftubborn  tinners  fear : 
You  muft  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and   dwell 
Along  for  ever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flames  in  your  face  j 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downward  too,  ' 
And  fing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov' reign  love, 

That  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right-hand  ; 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  j 
Come,  death,  and  fome  celeftial  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

HYMN     5  J.    Common  Metre. 
The  Pilgrimage  of  the  Saints  :  or,  Earth  and  Heaven* 
r  "I"     ORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
1    j     That  yields  us  no  fupply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
Nor  ftreams  of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poifons  grow  j 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  [Our  fouls  fhall  tread  the  defert  thro' 

With  undiverted  feet : 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubduc 

The  terrors  that  we  meet.].  5  [A  thou-. 


Book  II.]         HYMN     LIV.  135 

5   [A  thoufand  favage  beafts  of  prey 
Around  the  foreft  ream  ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  ftrangers  home.] 
%  [Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below, 
\  With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  j 

But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlairing  day.] 

7  [By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  facred  road  ; 
Thro'  difmal  deeps  and  dang'rous  fnares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God.] 

8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  ftill ; 
Forget  thefe  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

9  [See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jefus  the  fore-runner  waits 
To  welcome  travelers  home  !] 

10  There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 

Our  weary  fouls  ihall  fit, 
And  with  tranfporting  joys  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

11  [No  vain  difcourfe  fhall  fill  our  tongue, 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear; 
Infinite  grace  fhall  fill  our  fong, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 
I  a  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  fafely  thro', 
Our  tongue  fhall  never  ceafe  to  fing, 
And  endlefs  praife  renew. 

HYMN     54.     Common  Metre. 
God's  Prefence  is  Light  in  Darknffs* 
*   TV  >T  Y  God  !  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys, 
JLVx     The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brighter!:  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights! 

H  3  ''         »  la 


!36  HYMN    LV.  [Boox  If. 

*  In  darkeft  fhades  if  he  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  I 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  morning-rtar, 
And  he  my  rifing  fun. 
3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  mine 
With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
While  Jefus  mews  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whifuers,  u  I  am  his  !" 
4.  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  tranfporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  ihining  way 
T"  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 
5  Fearlefs  of  hell  and  ghaftly  death, 
Fd  break  thro'  ev'ry  foe ; 
The  winga  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  thro'. 

HYMN     55.     Common  Metre. 
Frail  Life  anc Ifucceeding  Eternity. 
I  fT^HEE  we  adore,  eternal  name ! 
X       And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feebl;  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 
a  [Our  wafting  lives  grow  fhorter  ftillx 
As  months  and.  days  increafej 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  snd  fteak  away 

The  bre?.th  that  firft  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,   whate'er  we  be, 
We're  trav'lling  to  the  grave] 

4  Dange  s  ftand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground, 

1c,  pulh  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  dileafes  wait  -round, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 
g  Good  God  !  on  what  a  flender  thread 
Hang  everlafting  things ! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  ill  the  dead, 
.      Upon  life's  feeble  ftrings.  6  Infinite 


Book  II.]      HYMN    LVI,  LVTI.       137 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  woe 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  Q  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  j 

And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN     56.     Common  Metre. 
%he  Mifery  of  being  without  God  \n,  this  World:  or,  v$ia 

Prcfperity, 
I   TWTO,  I  mall  envy  them  no  mora 
J^\|      Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Tho'  thej  increafe  their  golden  ftoret 
And  rife  to  wond'rous  height. 

-2.  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys   that  grow 
Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 
Well,  they   may   fearch   the   creature  thro% 
For  they   have  ne'er    a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the   thoughts   of  dying    too, 
And   think   your   life  your   own, 
But   death   comes   haft'ning   on   to   you, 
To   mow  your  glory  down. 

4.  Yes,  you  mud  bow  your  ftately  head* 
Away  your  fpirit  flies, 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed 
To  bear  it  to  the  fkies. 
5  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  your  ftores, 
And  tell  how  bright  you  fhine  : 
Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  duft  aro  your's, 
And  my  redeemer's  mine. 

HYMN     57.     Long  Metre. 
The  Pleafures  of  a  good  Confciencc. 

3    T     ORD,  how  fecure  and  blefs'd  are  they 
\  m4  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin  ! 
Should  ftorms  of  wrath  fhake  earth  and  fea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within,        2  The 


138  HYMN    LVIII.         [Book  II. 

a  The  day  glides  fwiftly  o'er  their  heads, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love } 

And  foft  and  filent  as  the  /hades, 

Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 
3   [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 

But  fly  not  half  fo  fwift  away  : 

Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 

And  calm  as  fummer  ev'nings  be. 

4.  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavn'ly  hillsj 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafure  grow  ! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  fmiles 
Sit  undifturb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  tpys, 
But  fpend  the  day,  and  ihare  the  night, 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles, 
Lie  grovTmg  in  the  duft  below: 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls  ! 

And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

HYMN     58.    Common  Metre. 
The  Shortnefs  of  Life,  and  the  Goodnefs  of  God* 
I  f  1  MME  1  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  ! 
X       -And  days,  how  fwift  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  (hooting  ftar. 
a  [The  prefent  moments  juft  appear, 
Then  Aide  away  in  hafte, 
That  we  can  never  fay,  *'  They're  here  :** 
But  only  fay,  «  They're  pall."] 

3  [Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh : 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  aU  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lafting  favours  /hare  j 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 

Thou  load'ft  the  rolling  year.  5  'Tis 


Book  II.]         HYMN    LIX.  139 

5  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love : 
While  grace  (lands  pointing  out  the  road, 
That  leads  our  fouls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round  j 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  2  bound  5 
And  be  his  name  ador'd  ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lafting  fong  ; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

HYMN     59.     Common  Metres 
Paradife  on  Earth, 
5   /^»  LORY  to  God  that  walks  the  Iky, 
VjT     And  fends  his  bleflings  thro'  j 
That  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  tafte  below. 

2  [Glory  to  God  that  ftoops  his  throne, 

That  dull  and  worms  may  fee't, 
And  brings  a  glimpfe  of  glory  down, 
Around  his  facred  feet. 

3  When  Chrift,  with  all  his  graces  crown 'd. 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  Paradife  of  joy 

In  this  wild  defert  fprings, 

And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  ftrait  employ 

On  fweet  celeltial  things. 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear. 

And  each  his  glory  fhews  j 
The  rofe  of  Sharon  bjolloms  here, 
The  faireft  flow'r  that  blows. 

6  Cheerful  I  feaft  on  heav'nly  fruit, 

And  drink  the  pleafures  down, 
Pleafures  that  flow  hard  by  the  foot 

Of  the  eternal  throne,  j  7  Bue 


i*40  HYMN    LX.  {Book  II. 

7  But  ah  !   how  foon  my  joys  decay  ! 
How  foon  my  fins  arife  ! 
And  /hatch  the  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes. 
Z  When  fhallthe  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 
The  fhining.day  appear, 
That  I  fhall  leave  thole  clouds  of  £n, 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  ikies, 
My  hafty  feet  would  go, 
There  everlaiting  flow'rs  arife, 
And  joys  unwithYing  grow. 

HYMN     6o.     Long  Metre. 

The  Truth  o/Gcd  tbePrcmijcr  :  or,  the  Promifa  ere  our 

Security. 
I    T)RAISE,  everlafting  praife,  Kepald     ' 

X^    To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid; 

Praife  to  the  God  whofe  ftrong  decreet 

Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 
a  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word, 

And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  .       ;es, 

He  fets  his  kindeft  promifes. 

3  [Firm  as  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  words  on  which  his  children  live  j 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke,  and  fpread  the  Ikies  abroad. 

4  Each  cf  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round  : 
And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles, 

On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  fhould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ? 
Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

6  O  for 


Book  II.]         HYMN     LXI.  141 

6  O  for  a   ftnng,   a  lading  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith  ! 
T'  embrace  the  meffage  of  his  Son, 
And  call  Hie  joys  of  heav  n  our  own  : 

7  Then,  mould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  fteady  fouls  would  fear  no  mure 
Than  folid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 
S  Our  e.verlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  Acres', 
•  Where  the  Eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  fuitams. 

H  Y  M  N     61.     Common  Metre. 
A  Thought  of  Death  and  Glory, 

1  "j^  If  Y  foul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
XVJL  Arid1  think  how  near  it  ftands, 
When  thou  muft  quit  this  houfe  of  clay, 

And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  j 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  yoa, 
Whene'er  the  fummons  come.J 

3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  ftead  j 
Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converfe  with  the  dead  : 

4  Then  mould  we  fee  the  faints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  mould  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  [How  we  fliould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefli, 

Thefe  fetters,  and  this  load  : 
And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 
£  We  fliould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 
Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wifli  our  fouls  away 

To  their  eternal  home.    '  HYMN 


r43      HYMN  LXII,  LXIII.     [Book  II. 

HYMN     62.     Common  Metre. 
God  the  Thunderer :  or,  the  lafi  Judgment  and  Hel!»* 

1  OING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hoft  j 
(^     And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 

Let  death  and  hell  thro'  all  their  coafts 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

2  His  founding  chariot  makes  the  iky; 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  j 
There  all  his  ftores  of  lightning  lie, 
Till  veng'ance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noftrils  breathe  out  fiYy  ftreams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue, 
A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  iky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  Wrath  abroad  ! 

5  What  fhall  the  wretch,  the  finner,  do  ? 

He  once  defy'd  the  Lord '. 
But  he  ftull  dread  the  thund'rer  now, 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  fhall  roll 

To  blaft  the  rebel-worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
la  one  eternal  ftorm. 

HYMN     63.     Common  Metre. 
A   Funeral  Thought. 
X    TJARK  !    from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found, 
jrj[      My  ears  attend  the  cry  j 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 
"  Where  you  muft  ihortly  lie. 
2  li  Princes  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 
**  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  5 
"  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head, 
"  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours." 
*  Made  in  a  great  fudden  Storm  of  Thunder }  Aug.2§,  1 697. 

3  Great 


Book  II.]     K  Y  M  N  LXIV,  LXV.      i43 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  povv'r  of  quickening  grace,    ■ 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  flyj 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  fiefh, 
We'll  rife  above  the  fky. 

H  Y  M  N     64.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  Glory  and  the  Defence  of  Sion. 
I    TJAPPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place, 

XJL    The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace ; 

Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode  : 

Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 
a  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 

A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  j 

Nor  ihall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 

Fix'd  on  his  counfels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage, 
Againft  his  throne  in.  vain  they  rage  j 
Like  rifing  waves  with  angry  roar, 
That  dam  and  die  upon  the  more. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell  j 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell  j 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  lhield,  and  God  our  funj 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  fhed/new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praife, 

H  Y  M  NT     65.     Common  Metre. 
The  Hopes  of  Heaven  our  Support  under  Trials  en  Sartb. 

1   \X7'HEN  l  can  read  n>y  title  clear 
▼  V        To  manfions  in  the  ikies,, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

1  2  Should 


I44         HYMN     LXVI.         [Book  II. 

a  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 
And  helliuH  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  frnile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  ftorms  of  forrow  fall  $ 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  myall: 

4  There  mall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 

In  feas  of  heavily  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breaft. 

HYMN     66.     Common  Metre. 
A  ProfpeB  of  Heaven  make*  Death  eafy* 
I  f"T"*HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
J[       Where  faints  immortal  reign  : 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  banifh  pain, 
a  There  everlafting  fpring  abides, 
And  never-with'ring  flow'rs : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 

Stand  drefs'd  in  living  green  : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  and  fhrink, 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea  ; 
And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away.] 
e  O  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love 

With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 
6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 

.And  view  the  landfkip  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  ftreams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Shouid  fright  us  from  the  fhore.  HYf* 


Book  II.]  HYMN  LXVII,  LXVIII.    145 

HYMN     67.     Common  Metre. 
God's  eternal  Dominion, 
I   /~^1  RE  AT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
VjT     What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  face  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

a  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
E're  feas  or  ftars  were  made  j 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  iky, 

To  the  great  burning-day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  prefent  in  thy  view: 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears ; 
Great  God  !   there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  thro'  various  fcenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undifturb'd    affairs. 

6  Great  God,    how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ? 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee* 

HYMN     68.    Common  Metre. 

The  humble  Worjhip  of  Heaven, 

1  T?ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
JP       The  place  of  thine  abode  : 

I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 

2  Here  I   behold  thy  diftant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleafing  fight ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

I  2  3  Id 


i46  HYMN     LXIX.         [Book  II. 

3  I'd  part  .with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleal'ure  fprings  frefh  for  ever  thence, 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 

4  [There  all  'he  heav'nly  hofts  are  feen, 

In  ihining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  in, 
With  wonder,  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
"With  joy  they  fhrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft 

In  duty  and  in  blifs; 
While  iefstkan  nothing  I  could  boaft, 
And  vanity  *  confefs.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  mail  lie  ; 
Thus  while  I  fink,  my  joys  mall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

HYMN     69.     Common  Metre. 
Tht  Taithfulntjs  of  God  in  the  Promijet. 
j   rTQEGIN,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme, 
|3  .  And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing, 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  1  ell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulnefs, 

And  found  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

"  For  wretched  dying  men;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  lacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engraved  as  in  eternal  brafs 

"""he  mighty  f>r->mii>'  mines ; 
Nor  can  the  pow'is  of  darknefs  raze 
Thofe  eveilafting  lines.] 
•Ifaiah  xi.   17.  5  [Hc 


Book  II.]        HYMN    LXX.  147 

5  [He  that  can  dam  whole  worlds  to  death, 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe  j 
He  fpeaks,  an,d  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong, 

As  that  which  built  the  fkies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  ftars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promifes. 

7  He  faid,  "  Let  the  wide  heav'n  be  fpread,'* 

.  And  heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad  : 
"  Abra'm,  I'M  be  thy  God,"  he  faid, 
And  he  was  Abra'm's  God. 

S  O,  might  I  hear  thy  heav'nly  tongue 
Butwhifper,   "  Thou  art  mine  !" 
Thoie  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almoft  divine, 
g  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 
And  think  my  heav'n  fecure  ! 
I  truft  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  deflres  no  more.] 


HYMN     70.     Long  Metre. 
God's  Dominion  ever  the  Sea,    Pfalm  cvii.  23,  &e« 


j  f^  OD  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice 
\J  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  ! 
And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command 
Can  fink  them  filent  in  the  fand. 

s  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 

The  fea  divides,  and  owns  its  God  j 

The  ftormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 

And  let  his  chofen  armies  thro', 
3  The  fcaly  flocks  amidft  the  fea, 

To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay  ; 

The  meaneft  fi/h  that  fwims  the  flood", 

Leaps  up,  and  means  a.  praife  to  God, 

X3  4[TK« 


148  HYMN     LXXI.         [Book  II. 

4  [The  larger  monfters  of  the  deep, 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  ; 
By  thy  permiflion,  fport  and  play, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  ftill,  and  fears ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  iky.] 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ador'd, 
Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  ! 
Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  leas, 
Bold  men  !   refufe  their  Maker's  praife. 

7  [What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  ! 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 

They  curie  the  hand  that  fmooths  the  tide. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  grave*, 

And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves : 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 
Nor  own  the  God  thatrefcu'd  them.] 

9  O,  for  fome  flgnal  of  thine  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  make  theland  : 
Greatjudge,  defcend,  left  men  den  / 
That  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  fky. 

From  the  lxxth  to  the  cviiith  Hymn,  I  hope  the  reader 
no  ill  forgive  the  negleEl  of  rhyme  in  the  frji  and  third  lines 
cfthejianza. 

HYMN     jn     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 

I  P  I'^HE  glories  of  my' Maker,  God, 
i        My  joyful  voice  fhall  fing, 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  King. 
*  *Twas  his  right  hand  that  fhap'd  our  clay, 
And  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 

Our  nobler  fpirits  came;,  '  3  We 


Book  II.]        HYMN     LXXII.         149 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  worfhip  with  our  tongues  j. 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  ikies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  grov'ling  beafts  of  ev'ry  fhape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  feas, 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  fhine, 

And  wheels  of  nature  roll  j 
Praife  him  in  your  unwearied  courfe 
Around  the  lteady  pole. 

6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name, 

The  wide  creation  fills  ; 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 

Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

HYMN     72.     Common  Metre. 
The  Lord's  Day  :  or,  the  RefurreBion  of  Christ. 

1  "OLESS'D  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rays 
J3     Beheld  our  rifing  God  j 

That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode  ! 

2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  Ikies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God,  in  vain  j 
The  fleeping  conqueror  arofe, 
And  burft  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Thefe  lacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hofannas  fhall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  victorious  King  j 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 

With  glad  Hofannas  ring.]  HYMN 


i5o    HYMN  LXXIII,  LXXIV.  [Book II. 

HYMN     73.    Common  Metre. 

Douhts  fcattered :    or,  Spiritual  Joy  rejlored. 

1  T  TENCE  from  my  foul  fad  thoughts  be  gone, 
JL  JL      And  leave  me  to  my  joys  j 

My  tongue  (hall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  fov'reign  grace  with  fhining  rays 
Difpell'd  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  O,  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 

And  raptures  all  divine, 
When  Jefus  told  me,  I  was  his, 
And  my  Beloved,  mine  ! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  j 
One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

HYMN     74.       Short  Metre. 
Repentance  from  a  Senfe  of  Divine  Goodnefs :    or,    Cota~ 

plaint  of  Ingratitude, 
j  TS  this  the  kind  return, 

.X  And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 

Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blelnngs  flow  ! 
a  To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 
Hath  fin  reduc'd  our  mind  ! 

What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches  we* 
And  God  as  ftrangely  kind  ? 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 

For  us  the  fkies  their  circles  run 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
And  bow  their  neckj  to  men  ; 

But  we  more  hafe,  more  brutilh  things, 
Reject  his  eafy  reign.]  5  Turn, 


Book  II.]        HYMN     LXXV.  15* 

$  Turn,  turn  as,  mighty  God  ! 
And  mould  our  fouls  afreih ; 

Break,  fcv'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  ftone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  rleih. 
6  Let  paft  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 

'  And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 

HYMN     75.    Common  Metre, 
Spiritual  and  eternal  Joy  :    or,  the  beatific  Sight  ef  , 
v     Christ. 

1  TT^ROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  mall  rife, 
£/       And  run  eternal  rounds, 

Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fides, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 

Shall  death  itfelf  out-brave  $ 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blefied  Jefus  reigns 

In  heav'n's  unmeafur'd  fpace, 
I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleafure  and  in  praife. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endl£fs  ages  111  adore 
The  glories   of  thy  love. 

5  [Sweet  Jefus  !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 

Shall  frefh  endearments  bring ; 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

6  Hafte,  my  beloved,  fetch  my  foul: 

Up  to  thy  bled  abode  ! 
Fly,    for  my  Spirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God.j 

I  5  HYMN 


I5*   HYMN  LXXVI,  LXXVIT.  [Book  II. 

HYMN     76.    Common  Metre. 
The  RefurreBion  and  Afcenfion  of  Christ. 
1     TT  OS  ANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 
XjL      'That  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  j 
Enter' d  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 
%  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
Since  our  Immanuel   rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
And  fpoil'd  our  hellifh  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour    in  his  flefh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  fcatters  bleffings  down  j 
Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
Of  the  celeftial  throne. 

5  [Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  ftrike  your  loudeft  firings, 

Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  j 
Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  ourlmmanuel's  praife.J 

HYMN     77.     Long  Metre. 
The  Chrtjiian  Warfare. 

1  rQTAND  up,  my  foul,  make  off  thyrfears, 
I  O  And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on  j 
March  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  fins  refill:  thy  courfe, 
But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquifh'd  foes  j 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 
And  lung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe.] 

3  [What 


Book  II.]      HYMN     LXXVIII.       153 

3  [What  tho'  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite } 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To  fi'ry  deeps,  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  tho'  thine  inward  lufts  rebel  j 
'Tis  but  a  ftruggling  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grave 
Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  ftrife.] 

e  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  j 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 
6  There  mail  I  wear  a  ftarry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  j 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fkies  _■ 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praife. 

HYMN     78.    Common  Metre. 
Redemption  by  Christ. 
j  X  JT  THEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
VV       Rebell'd  and  loft  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  ! 
e  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 
Of  the  eternal  Son  j 
Pefcending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  Glory  threw 

His  moft  divine  array, 
And  rapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men, 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flefh  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign ; 
Blefs'd  Jefus,'  take  us  for  thy  own,. 

For  we  are  doubly  thine.  6  Thy 


154         HYMN    LXXIX,       [Book  H, 

6  Thy  honour  fliall  for  ever  be 
The  bufinefs  of  our  days  ; 
For  ever  fhall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 

HYMN     79.    Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 
I   T)LUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpalr, 
XT       We  wretched  finners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
Z  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 
Beheld  our  helplefs  grief; 
He  faw,  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 
3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 
With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  fleih> 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus,  " 

And  brake  our  iron  chains :  V    , 

Jefus  hath  freed  our  captive  fouls 
From  everlafting  pains. 

5  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  projects  tries; 
We  that  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  flaves, 
Are  rais'd  above  the  ikies.] 

6  O  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  fllence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praife  thee,  deareft  Lord  1 

Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame ; 
Hofanna  round  the  fpacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name.] 

8  Angels  !   affift  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raFfe  your  higheft  notesj, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.  HYM>J 


Book  II.]  HYMN  LXXX,  LXXXI.     155 

HYMN     80.       Short  Metre. 
God's  awful  Power  ar.d  Gcodnefs. 
3    /~\H  !   the  almighty  Lord  ! 
V_/   How  matchiefs  is  his  pow'r  ! 

Tremble,  0  earth,  beneath  his  word9 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
Z  Let  proud  imperious  kings 
Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 

Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
Or  he  mail  tread  you  down. 
3  Above  the  fkie.s  he  reigns, 
And  with  amazing  blows, 

He  deals  unlufferable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 
4.  Yet,  everlafting  God  ! 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife  j 

Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  fceptre  cf  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Sion  well, 

And  heavenly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  Hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
Tha.t  fits  enthron'd  above  ; 

Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  mjght, 
And  blefs"the  God  of  love. 

HYMN     81.    Common  Metre, 
Our  Sin  the  Caufe  of  Christ's  Death. 

*  A  ND  now  the  fra*es  have  Ie^  m*ne  eyes* 

XjL     Now  I  begin  to  fee  : 
0,  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  ! 
What  murd'rcus  things  they  be  ! 
3  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 
That  thy  fair  body  tore  ! 
Monfters,  that  ftain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limb* 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ! 

3  Was. 


156        HYMN    LXXXII.      [Book  II. 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

Mydeareft  Lord  was  flain, 
When  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace: 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more  : 
Hence  from  my  heart, .  ye  fins  be  gone, 
For  Jefus  I  adore. 

5  Furnifh  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms, 

From  grace's  magazine, 

And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 

With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 

HYMN     82.    Common  Metre. 
Redemption  and  Prote&ion  from  Spiritual  Enemies, 
I       fi   RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
2jL     And  triumph  in  my  God  j 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad, 
a  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  ftanding  more  fecure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  fet 
My  fiipp'ry  footfteps  faft. 

4  The  city  of  my  bleft  abode 

Is  wall'd  around  with  grace  ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
To  fhield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fl^arpeft  fpite. 

And  all  his  legions  roar ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing  : 
Loud  hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 

My  Saviour  and  my  King.  HYMN 


Book  II.]  HYMN  LXXXIII,  LXXXIV.157 

HYMN     83.     Common  Metre. 
The  Pajpon  and  Exaltation  cf  Christ. 
1    rT^HUS  faith  the  ruler  of  the  fides, 
"  Awake,  my  dreadful  fvvord  j 
"  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  man, 
"  My  fellow,"  faith  the  Lord. 

a  Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread    command, 
And  armed,  down  fhe  flies ; 
Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies, 

3  But  O  !   the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

That  join  with  veng'ance  now  j 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  too. 

4  A  perfon  fo  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  flain, 
That  he  could  give  his  foul  away, 
And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord  !   and  reign  on  high  5 

Let  ev'ry  nation  fing, 
And  angels  found  with  endlefs  joy 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

HYMN     84.     Short  Metre, ' 
The  fame. 
I    /^*  O  M  E,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
\^l  Your  nobleft  mufic  bring, 

'Tis  Chrilt  the  everlafting  God, 
And  Chrift  the  man,  we  fing. 
a  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh, 
To  take  away  our  guilt  $ 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood 
That  helli/h  monfters  fpilt. 
3  [Alas  !   the  cruel  fpear 
Went  deep  into  his  fide, 

And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 

4  [The 


158       HYMN    LXXXV.       [Book  H. 

4  [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 
Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll, 

And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 

5  Down  to  the  mades  of  death 
He  bow'd  h'.s  awful  headj 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
The  crofs  and  nails  no,  more  j 

For  hell  itfelf  makes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  fits, 
High  on  the  Father's  throne  j 

The  Father  lays  his  veng'ance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son* 

$  There  his  full  glories  mine 
With  uncreated  rays, 

And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
To  everlafting  days. 

HYMN     85.     Common  Metre. 

Sufficiency  of  Pardon, 

*  "\X7'^  Y  dces  y°ur  f?-ce>  7C  humble  fouls, 
V  V        Thofe  mournful  colours  wear  ! 
What  doubts  are  thefe  that  wafle  your  faith, 
And  nourifh  your  defpair  ? 

2  What  tho'  your  num'rous  fins  exceed 

The  ftars  that  fill  the  fkies, 

And  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 

Like  pointed  mountains  rife  : 

3  What  tho'  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  fweil, 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 

Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell : 
J.  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 

Of  never-failing  grace; 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  vein: 

The  facrcd  flood  increafe  :  e  I" 


Book  II.]  HYMN  LXXXVI.LXXXVII.  159 

c  It  rifes  high,   and  drowns  the  hills, 
'     Has  neither  ihore  nor  bound  : 
Now,  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 
6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  fwells  above 
Our  follies,  and  our  thoughts. 

HYMN     86,    Common  Metre. 
[Freedom  from  Sin  and  Mifery  in  Heaven* 
I   /Vu  R   fins,  alas  !  how  ltrong  they  be  ! 
\J     And  like  a  violent  fea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 
s  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  ! 
How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  ! 
But  death  fhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  fhore. 
3  There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands. 
Our  fpeedy  feet  fhall  move; 
No  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 
4.  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fing,  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
'Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts., 
And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face. 
5  For  ever  his  dear  facred  name 
Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
And  Jefus  and  Salvation  be 
The  clofe  of  ev'ry  long. 

HYMN     87.     Common  Metre. 
The  divine  Glories  above  our  Reafon. 
5    TV  O  W  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
£~ \      Mufr.  our  Creator  be, 
Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vaft  infinity! 


i6o      HYMN   LXXXVIII.      [Book  II, 

a  Our  foaring  fpirits  upwards  rife 
T'ward  the  celeftial  throne  : 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  bleffed  Three, 
And  the  almighty  One. 

3  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  fkies  : 
But  ftill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies  ! 

4  [Lord  !  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls, 

And  awfully  adore  ; 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind 
Can  ftretch  a  thought  no  more.] 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  higheft  feraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  fong. 

6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfterious  King, 
While  angels  ftrain  their  nobler  pow'rs, 
And  fweet  th'  immortal  firing.] 

HYMN    88.     Common  Metre. 
Salvation, 

1  CA,LyATI°N!  O,  the  joyful  found: 
O     "Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears; 

A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Bury'd  in  forrow  and  in  fin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But  we  arife  by  grace  divine 
To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  !    let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  /ky 

Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

HYMN 


Book  II.]    H  Y  M  N  LXXXIX,  XC.    161 

HYMN     89.     Common  Metre. 
~~       Christ's  ViEl 'or y  over  Satan. 
I   T  T  OS  ANN  A  to  our  conqu'ring  King  ! 
The  prince  of  darknefs  flies, 
His  troops  rufli  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  ikies. 
a  There  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 
And  fright  the  reicu'd  fheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King ! 

All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  vicVries  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 

Thro'  the  wide  world  fhall  run, 
And  everlafting  ages  fing 

The  triumphs  thou  haft  won. 

HYMN     90.     Common  Metre. 
Fa'itb  in  Christ  for  Pardon  and  Sanfiification, 

1  TT  O  W  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is  ! 
j£~l      Our  fin  how  deep  it  ftains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 

Faft  in  his  llavifh  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  facred  word  ; 
*•  Ho  !  ye  defpairing  finners,  come, 
"  And  truft  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  foul  obeys  th1  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord  j 
O  !  help  my  unbelief. 

4  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God  !    I  fly  ! 
Here  let  me  wafh  my  fpotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepeft  dye. 

5  Stretch 


j6z  H  Y  M  N    XCI.  [Book  II. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
With  ail  his  hellifh  crew.] 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  : 
Be  thou  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs, 
My  Jeius,  and  my  all. 

HYMN     91.     Common  Metre. 
Tbe  Glory  of  Christ  in  Heaven, 
?   /~\**>  the  delights,  the  hcav'nly  joys, 
V  *     The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  iheds  the  brighter!:  beams 
Or  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 
z  Sweet  majefly  and  awful  love 
Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow, 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  diftance  bow. 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  : 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crown. 

4  Arch-angels  found  his  lofty  praife 

Thro'  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  lay  their  higheft  honours  down 
Submiifive  at  his  feet. 

5  Thofe  foft,  thole  blefled  feet  of  his, 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  ftand, 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 
5  His  Head,  the  dear  maje!tic  head 
That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  immortal  glories  fhine, 
And  circle  it  around  !] 
'  This  is  the  man,  th'  exalted  man 
Whom  we  unfeen  adore  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 

Our  hearts  fhali  love  him  more.  8  [Lord, 


Book  II.]         HYMN     XCII.  163 

S   [Lord,  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 
To  fee  thy  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  fight, 
We  long  to  leave  our  clay 5 
And  wHh  thy  fi'ry  chariots,  Lord, 
To  fetch  our  fouls  away.] 

HYMN     92.     Common  Metre, 

The  Church  fa<vedt  and  her  Enemies  difaf pointed.     Cotrfo- 

fed  the  ah  of  November,   1694. 
3    QHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
^     Thro'  the  whole  nation  run  ; 
Ye  Chriftian  Ikies,  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  riling  fun; 
a  Thee,  mighty  God  !  our  fouls  admire } 
Thee  our  glad  voices  fing  $ 
And  join  with  the  celeftial  choir 
To  praife  th-'  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 

And  on  the  ftarry  fkies 
Sits  fmiling  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  envious  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage, 

And  with  an  awful  frown 
Flings  vaft  confufion  on  their  plots, 
And  fhakes  their  Babel  down 

5  [Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facrifice  : 
But  gloomy  caverns  (trove  in  vain 
To  "fcape  all-fearching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  revealed, 

Their  treafons  all  betray' d  : 
Praife  to  the  Lord  that  broke  the  fnare 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

J  In 


164.         HYMN    XCIII.        [Book  II,! 

7  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebellions  try, 
Their  foul  mall  pine  with  envious  rage, 
And  vex  away  and  die. 

8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 

From  their  malicious  pow'r  : 
Let  Chriftians  with  united  fongs 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

HYMN     93.      Short  Metre. 
God  ally  and  in  all,  Pfalm  lxxiii.   25. 
1    TV/TY  God>  my  ^fe,  my  love  j 
1VJ.   To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  j 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  aft  all  in  all. 

a   [Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell  j 

'Tis  Paradife  when  thou  art  herej 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell.] 

3  [The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 

*Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there.] 

4  [To  thee,   and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  blifs  j 

They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heav'nly  place, 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  Iky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  ; 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  prefence,   Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleafures  roll  : 

The  circle  where  my  paflions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul,  8  [To 


Book  II.]        HYMN    XCIV.  165 

8   [To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 
With  infinite  defire : 

And  yet'  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ! 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher.] 

HYMN     94.     Common  Metre. 
God  my  or.ly  Happinefs,  Pfalm  lxxiii.  25, 
1    TV    1Y  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
XVX      My  everlafting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
z  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  fkieS, 
And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light: 
'Tis  thy  fweet   beams   create  my  noon  5 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis   night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed, 

Amongft  the  fhades  I  roll, 

If  my  Redeemer  /hews  his  head, 

'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  fafe  abqde  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
Eut  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  pofleflbr  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  ftars  my  own} 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas", 

And  grafp  in  all  the  {hpre  : 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  defire  no  more.  HYMN 


1 66     HYMN   XCV,  XCVI.     [Book  II. 

HYMN     95.     Common  Metre. 
Look  on  him  whom  they  piercedy  and  mourn, 

1  TNFINITE  grief  !   amazing  woe  ! 
JL     Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 

Hell  and  the  Jews  confpir'd  his  death, 
And  us'd  the  Roman  fword. 

2  O,  the  fharp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain, 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ! 
When  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 
His  facred  body  tore  ! 

3  But  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 

In  vain  do  1  accufe  : 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 

And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews  : 
4.  'Twere  you,  my  fins,  ray  cruel  fins, 

His  chief  tormentor  were  j 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 

And  unbelief  the  fpear. 

5  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  veng'ance  dowa 

Upon  his  guiltlefs  head  ; 
Break,  break,  my  heart !   O  burft  mine  eyes,     . 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  ,my  flinty  foul, 

Till  melcing  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undifiembled  woe. 

HYMN     96.     Common  Metre. 
Dijfmguifising  Lcve  :  or,  Angeh  punified,  and  Menfaved, 

1  TAOWN  headlong  from  their  native  ikies, 
JL_J     The  rebel  angels  fell, 

And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 

Rebellious  man  was  hurPd  ; 
And  Jefua  iioop'd  beneath  the  grave 

To  reach  a  linking  world*,..    4    .  3  O, 


Book  II.]  HYMN  XCVII,  XGVIIL    167 

3  O,  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 

Uumeaiurabte  grace  ! 
Muft  heav'n's  eternal  darling  die 
To  fave  a  trait' rous  race  ? 

4  Muft  angels  fink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
While  God  forfakes  his  fhining  throne 
To  raife  us  wretches  higher  ? 

5  O,  for  this  love  let  earth  and  ikies 

With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  fing. 

HYMN     97.     Long  Metre. 

The  fame. 

1  T?ROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 

J?     And  wrath  and  darknefs  chain'd  them  downj 
But  man,   vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

2  Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  grace, 
That  could  diftinguifti  rebels  ib  ! 
Our  guilty  tr'eafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all  we  pay  : 
Millions  of  tongues  mail  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

HYMN     98.     Common  Metre. 

Hardnefs  of  Heart  complained  of. 

1    IV /T  Y  heart>  ^w  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 
jLVX     How  heavy  here  it  lies ! 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breaft, 
Juft  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

a  Sin,  like  a  raging  t\rant  fits 
Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  buryM  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone. 

&  3  Hov* 


,68  HYMN     XCIX.         [Book  II. 

3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ! 
This  mountain  prelfe.  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul, 

With  all  its  heav'niy  charms, 

Tnis  ftubbom,  this  relentlefs  thing, 

Would  thruft  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Agalnft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  ftood  ; 
My  heart,  it  (hakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fteep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  criml'on  lea  ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

HYMN     99.    Common  Metre. 
The  Book  of  God's  Decrets. 
I   T     ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
1   j     Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
Whate'er  his  fov' reign  voice  hath  form'd     • 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 
a   [Ten  thoufand  ages  e're  the  fkies 
Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to   his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrow  or  a  worm 

Bur's  found  in  his  decrees: 
He  raifes  monarch's  to  their  throne, 
And  links  them  as  he  pleafe.] 

4  If  light  attends  the  courfe  1  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  thofe  rays ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  fun, 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'dj 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
The  volumes  of  his  de-;p  decrees, 

What  months  are  writ  fat  me.  6  When 


Book  II.]  H  Y  M  N     C.  i6<> 

6  When  he  revels  the  book  of  life, 

O,  may  I  read  my  name 
'  Amonclt  the  chofen  of  his  love, 
The'follow'rs  of  the  Lamb  ! 

HYMN     loo.     Long  Metre. 
the  Prefencc  of  Ch  r  i  s  t  is  the  Life  of  my  Soul. 
j    T  TOW  full  of  anguiih  is  the  thought, 

XX  Kcvv  ic  &&&$* and  tcars  my  heart* 

If  God  at  laft,  my  fov'reign  judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul,  "  Depart."  ' 
z  Lord,  when  1  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
Where  l'haii  I  fly,   but  to  thy  breaft  ? 
F^r  I  have  fought  no  other  home  j 
Fori  have  leain'd  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here 
Without  foine  ghmpfes  of  thy  face; 
And  heav'n,  w.thout  thy  prefence  there, 
W  ill  be  a  da.k  and  tivefome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts   afiue  from  thee, 
The  mining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me, 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 

How  dull  the  night !   how  fad  the  made ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll  ! 

6  This  fteih  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  Lve,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 

Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

7  [Chrift  is  my  l'ght,  my  life,  my  care, 
My  btefled  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize; 
Dearer  than  all  my  paflioM  are, 

My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 

K  a  *  The 


170  HYMN     CI.  [Book  II. 

8  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love.] 

9  [My  Gad  !   and  can  a  humble  child 
That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exii'd 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  Impoflible  ! — For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  faft  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  mull  be.] 

HYMN      101.     Common  Metre.. 
The  World's  three  chief  Temptations, 
I  TTT  THEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
V  V        We  l°°k  on  things  below, 
Honour,  and  gold,  and  fenlual  joy, 
How  vain,  and  dangVous  too. 

a   [Honour's  a  puff  of  noify  breath  ; 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafting  death 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  While  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  mining  duft, 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T'  indulge  a  fordid  luft.] 

4  The  pleafurcs  that  allure  our  fenfe, 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls ! 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  fweet, 
And  dauYd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  my  all-fuflicient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fill'd, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accofts  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew : 
I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear, 

Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you.  HYMN 


Book  II.]      HYMN     CII,  CIII.       171 

HYMN     102.     Long  Metre. 
A  happy  Refurregion. 

I   "TV  TO,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 

_|^    But  with  a  cheerful  gafp  refign 

To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave, 

Thele  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine, 
a  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefli, 

And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  duft ; 

My  God  mail  raife  my  frame  anew 

At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred  morning,  thro'  the  ikies, 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day  : 

Cut  fhort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come; 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels  how  long  they  flay! 

4  [Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face,  • 
And  hear  the  language  bf  thofe  lips, 
Where  God  hath  fhed  his  richeft  grace.] 

5  [Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
*  Roufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay, 

That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
And  ling  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

HYMN     103.     Common  Metre. 
Christ's  Commiffton,  John  iii.  16,  17. 

1  /^OME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God 
\ji     With  new  melodious  fongs  ; 

Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 

That  pity'd  dying  men, 

The  Father  fent  his  equal  fon 

To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commiffion  to  perform 
The  veng'ance  of  a  God. 

K  3  4.  But 


i72  HYMN     CIV.         [Book  Hv 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  rorlook  the  throne, 
When  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  falvation  down. 

5  Here,  finners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  : 
Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  fhall  never  die. 

6  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 

Accept  thine  ofTer'd  grace  j 
We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

HYMN     104.      Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 
S    |3  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
Jy    To  an  immortal  tune, 

Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Celeftial  grace  hath  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chofe, 

And  bid  him  raile  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow, 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
And  wrath  flood  filent  by, 

When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  down. 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  finners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopelefs  forrow  ceafe  ; 

Bow  to  the  fceptrc  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  ofTer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call  j 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name.  HYMN 


Book  II.]      HYMN     CV,  CVI.       173 

HYMN     105.     Common  Metre. 
Repentance  flowing  from  the  Patience  of  God. 
a       A     N  D  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
J\_     And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
'Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell  ! 
Z  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
Would  fink,  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threatening  veng'ance  rolls  above. 
To  crufh  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodnefs  cries,  "  Forbear  j" 

And  ftrait  the  thunder  ftays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord,,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulg'd  our  fin  : 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee. 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 
c  No  more,  ye  lufts,  ihall  ye  command  j 
No  more  will  we  obey  : 
'  Stretch  out,  O  God  !  thy  conau'ring  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

HYMN     106.     Common  Metre. 
Ripentance  at  the  Crofs. 
j    S~\H,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe, 
\^/     How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  I 
Repentance  mould  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  ftreaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  deareft  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

3  O,  how  I  hate  thofe  lufts  of  mine 

That  crucify'd  my  God  ; 
Thofe  fins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flefh 
F aft  to  the  fatal  wood  !. 


"6s, 


i74  HYMN     CVII.     '  [Book  II. 

4  Yea,  my  Redeemer  they  mall  die, 

My  heart  hith  fo  decreed  $ 
Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  faviour  bleed. 

5  Whilft  with  a  melting  broken  heart 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 

I'll  raife  revenge  againft  my  fins, 

And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

HYMN     107.      Common  Metre. 
The  everlajiivg  Abfenct  of  God  intolerable* 

1  npHAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 

JL       .Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hafte, 
When  I  muft  ltand  before  my  judge, 
And  pais  the  folemn  teft. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  fov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found,  *'  depart  ?" 

3  [The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word, 

Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord, 
With  mod:  tormenting  fear,] 

4  [What,  to  be  baniuVd  for  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  !         ' 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  !  J 

5  O  !  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  ftation  where 
I  muft  not  tafte  his  love. 

6  Jefus  !   I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breaft ; 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

7  O  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  fome  promife  in  thy  book, 

Where  my  falvation  ftands  !  g  [Give 


Eook  II.]     HYMN    CVIII,  CIX.       175 

8   [Give  me  one  kind  afluring  word, 
To  fink  my  fears  again  $ 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  fhall  wait 
Her  threefcore  years  and  ten.] 

HYMN      108.       Common  Metre. 
Accefs  to  the  Throne  cf  Grace  by  a  Medlatcr, 
I    OOME,  let  us  lift  our  joyfui  eyes 
V^j      Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  fmile  to  fee  oar  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 
Z   Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath, 
And  mot  devouring  flame  : 
Our  God  appear' d  confuming  fire, 
And  veng'ance  was  his  name. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus'  blood, 

That  calm'd  his  frowning  face, 
That  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  j 
No  fi'ry  cherub  guards  his  feat, 
Nor  double-flaming  fword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'njy  blifs 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

HYMN     109.     Long  Metre. 
The  Darknefs  of  Providence. 

1    1  '     DR.D,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 
I    J  Th'  obfcure  abyfs  of  Providence, 
Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fante* 

a  Now 


i76  HYMN     CX.  [Book  II. 

2  Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile: 
We,  thro'  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  companion  ftill. 

3  Thro1  feas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefs 
We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight  j 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Thro'  all  the  briars,  and  the  night, 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  below, 
Still  we  rnuft  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  arm  fhall  bear  us  fafeiy  thro'. 

HYMN     no.     Short  Metre. 
Triumph  over  Death  in  Hope  of  the  Refumfiion, 
I       II    ND  muft  this  body  die  ? 
Jfj^   This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 

And  muft  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine. 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 
a  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 
Shall  but  refine  this  fleih, 

Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  often  from  the  fkies 

Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  duft, 
Till  he  mall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhine, 

And  ev  ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jefus'  dying  love  : 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  fing  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  founds  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues.  HYMN 


Book  II.]     HYMN    CXI,  CXII.      177 

HYMN     xii.     Common  Metre. 
Ybar.kfglving  for  ViEiiry  :  or,  God's  Dominion,  and  our 

Deliverance, 
I    f~J  ION  rejoice,  and  Judah  fing, 
£  j     Tne  Lord  aflumes  his  throne  j 
Let  Chriftians  own  the  heav'nly  King, 
And  make  his  glories  known, 
a  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 
From  their  high  feats  are  hurl'd  j 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 
And  thunders  thro'  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

Distributes  mortal  crowns; 
Empires  are  fiVd  beneath  his  fmiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies,  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquim'd  by  his  breath  j 
And  legions  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land  ; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our.  buckler  is  his  hand. 

6  [Long  may  the  king  our  fov'reign  live 

To  rule  us  by  his  word  ; 
And  all  the  honours  he  can  give 
Be  offerM  to  the  Lord.] 

HYMN     112.     Long  Metre. 
Angels  minijiring  to  Christ  and  the  Saints. 

1  •"~>1  RE  AT  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height 
VJT  Haft  thou  advane'd  the  Lord  thy  Son  ! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 

Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  ftate, 

In  works  of  veng'aace,  and  of  love.  3  His 


i78  HYMN     CXIII.  II  [Book II. 

3  His  orders  run  thro'  all  the  hofts, 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 

To  fhield  and  guard  the  Chriftian  coafts, 
When  foreign  rage  invade;  our  land. 

4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Thro'  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  malt  bid  me  rife  and  come  -} 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down 

Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 

HYMN     113.     Common  Metre* 
The  fame. 


!TH. 


How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throne, 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold  ! 

But,  mighty  God  !   thy  palace  mines 

With  far  fuperior  beams  j 
Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as  winds, 

Thy  minifters  are  flames. 

[Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  mining  army  downward  fled 

To  celebrate  his  birth. 
And  when,  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears, 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 

T1  allay  his  agonies.] 
Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift  our  king, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ; 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 

His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 
Pleafure  and  praife  run  thro'  their  hoft, 

To  fee  a  finner  turn  ; 
Then  Satan  has  a  captive  loft, 

And  Chrift  a  fubjed  born.  7  But 


BooKtt.]    HYMN   CXrV,CXV.      179 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 
When  he  his  angels  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 
S  O  !  could  I  fay  without  a  doubt, 
There  fhall  my  foul  be  found  j 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  mout, 
And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 

HYMN     1:4.     Common  Metre. 
Christ's  Death,  Vi&ory,  and  Dominion , 
I   T  Sing  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  j 
X     He  conquer' d  when  he  fell  j 
"  'Tis  finifh'd,"  faid  his  dying  breath, 
And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 
2.  "  *Tis  finifh'd,"  our  Immanuel  cries, 
The  dreadful  work  is  done  j 
Hence  fhall  his  fov'reign  throne  arife, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  Aire  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When  thro'  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  $ 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  veng'ance  or  reward. 

5  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 

And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

HYMN     n5.      Common  Metre. 
God  the  Avenger  of  his  Saints:  or,  bis  Kingdom  fupremet 
1    X_TIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  grouad 
JT1     Reigns  the  Creator,  God  ; 
Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound 
ixtenrds  his  awful  rod. 

L  a  let 


180  HYMN    CXVl.        [Book  II J 

a  Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate 

To  him  afcribe  their  crown, 

Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 

And  call  their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain ; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name  ! 
But  ye  muft  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 

Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft ; 
He  puts  on  veng'ance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  duft. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wife, 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear ; 
The  meaneft  faint  that  you  defpife 
Has  an  avenger  there. 


HYMN     1 1 6.    Common  Metre, 


Mercies  and  Thanks. 

1  T  TOW  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
X"l      As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 

And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 

Who  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine : 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  refign. 
*4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  fome  referve, 
And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great 
That  I  fliould  give  him  ajl. 

HYMN 


Book  II.]  HYMN   CXVIII,  CXIX.  181 

'HYMN     117.     Long  Metre. 
"Living  and  dying  ivitb  God  prefent. 

1  T  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord  j 
JL  My  life  expires  if  thou  depart : 

Be  thou,  my  heart,  ftill  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart, 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile : 
Yet  I  will  flay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  awhile. 

3  Then,  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  j 
And,  with  a  fmile  upon  my  face 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 

HYMN     118.     Long  Metre. 
The  Priejlbood  of  Christ. 

1  T>LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  ikies  j 
J3  Revenge,  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  : 
But  the  dear  ftream,  when  Chrift  was  ilain, 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high : 
Behold,  he  lays  his  veng'ance  by  j 
And  rebels  that  deferve  his  fword, 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice  : 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And,  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood., 

HYMN     119.      Common  Metre. 
The  Holy  Scriptures. 
I  T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears* 
JL/     I  Ay  to  thee,  my  Lord  j 
And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears. 
But  i»  thy  written  word. 

£  *  %  The, 


i$2  HYMN    CXX.        [Book  II. 

4  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  afluage  : 

Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 

Almoft  in  ev'ry  page.  j-    x 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  j 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirft  of  fin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  ftrifc, 

Where  wit  and  reafon  fail } 
My  guide  to  everlafting  life 
Thro'  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O  !  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God « 

My  roving  feet  command  j 
Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road,  *j   ^ 

That  leads  to  thy  right-hand. 

HYMN     120.     Short  Metre. 
the  Laiv  and  Gcfpel  joined  in  Scripture. 
I  fTpHE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  j 
Amidft  the  fmoke  on  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  out  his  fi'ry  law. 
a  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 
And  fmiling  from  above, 
Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epiftles  of  his  love. 

3  Thefe  facred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  juft  commands  j 
The  pity  of  his  melting- heart, 
And  veng'ance  of  his  hands. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 

We  draw  our  comfort  hence  ; 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here, 

And  -armour  of  defence.  5  We 


Book  II. J   HYMN  CXXI,  CXXII.    183 

5  We  learn  Chrift  crucify'd, 

And  here  behold  his  blood  j 
All  arts  and  knowledges  befida. 
Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 

We  take  the  offer'd  grace, 
Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  truft  his  promifes. 

7  In  vain  fhatl  Satan  rage 

Againft  a  book  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page, 
Whete  beams  of  mercy  mine. 

HYMN     izu     Long  Metre. 
The   Law   and  Gofpel  dijlinguijhed. 

j  p-g-*HE  law  commsnds  and  makes  us  know 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  j 

But  'tis  ths  gofpel  muft  reveal 

Where  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 
a  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 

And  Ihews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  j 

Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 

Forgiving  love  and  cleanfing  grace. 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man  that  fails  but  onee  ! 
But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years*. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
The  life  and  comfort  from  the  iaw  ! 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  : 
The  man  that  trufts  the  promife  lives. 

HYMN     122.     Long  Metrs. 
Raircmsnt  and  Meditation. 
1   T\  /TY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
JLVJL   A  ftranger  to  myfelf  and  thee  j 
Amidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Foi'getful  of  my  higheft  love. 

L  3  2  Why 


i84        HYMN    CXXIII.        [Book  II. 

z  Why  fhould  my  paflions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth  ? 
Why  mould  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  fleih  and  fenfe  j 
One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  : 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes  withdrawn  j 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 
In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 
My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

HYMN     123.     Long  Metre. 
*Ihe  Benefit  of  public  Ordinances. 
I       A  WAY  from  every  mortal  care, 

J7\.  Away  frcm  earth,  our  fouls  retreat  ; 

We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 

And  wait  and  worfhip  near  thy  feat. 
51  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace  . 

We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  j 

We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  moura* 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  j 
And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  blemngs  in  variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage  and  fin  grows  ftrong. 
Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word  j 
We  gird  the  gofpel-armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 
(Our  confeience  gall'd  with  inward  ftings) 
Here  doth  the.righteous  Sun  arife 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings.] 

*  Father  !  my  foul  would  ftill  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  ; 
But  if  my  feet  muft  hence  depart 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 


Book  II.]    HYMN  CXXIV,  CXXV.  185 

HYMN     124.     Common  Metre. 
Mofes,  Aaron,  and  JofiW. 
I  TT^IS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 
X       On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 
a  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt, 
Nor  fmoke  of  fweeteft  fmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 
1  Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath 
At  God's  immediate  will  ; 
And  in  the  defert  yields  to  death 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 

The  tribes  of  Ifr'el  ftand, 
While  Mofes  bowd  his  head  and  dy'd  - 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifr'el  rejoice,  now  Jofhua*  leads, 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  prieft. 

HYMN     125.     Long  Metre. 
Faith  and  Repentance,  Unbelief  and  Impenitence. 
X   T     IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 

I    j  To  fouls  that  mourn  the  fins  they've  done  : 
Children  of  wrath,  made  heirs  of  heav'n 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 
a  Woe  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  ftubborn  fin  of  unbelief. 
3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  j 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  Yeng'ance  dies. 
*  Jofiua  the  fame  iifitb  Jefus,  andjignifies  a  Savi$ur, 
L  4  HYMN 


1 86  H  Y  M  N  CXXVI,  CXXVII.  [Book  II, 

HYMN     ij.6.     Common  Metre. 
God  glorified  in  the  G 'of pel, 
I  'TT^HE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 
X        Invite:  his  children  near} 
While  pow'r,   and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love, 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

a  Here,  in  thy  gofpel's  wond'rous  frame, 
Frei'h  wifdom  we  purfue  ; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name", 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  j 
Wifdom  thro'  all  the  myiVry  mines, 
And  mines  in  Jefus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  belt  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
And  thy  revcng;ng  jufticefhows 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  frill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  wholp  fcene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exaks  our  joys. 

HYMN     127.     Long  Metre, 
Circumclfion  and  Baptifm. 
(Written  only  for  thofe  who  prattife  Infant  Baptifm.) 
1   r^TlHUS  did  the  fons  of  Abra'am  pafs 
J^     Under  the  bloody  fcal  of  grace  j 

The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 

Till  Chrift  the  painful  bondage  broke, 
a  By  milder  ways  doth  jefus  prove 

His  Father's  cov'nant,  and  his  love  ! 

He  feals  to  faints  his  glnious  grace, 

And  not  forbids  their  infant-race. 
3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his   blood  j 

Their  chil.iren  fet  apart  for  God  } 

His  fpirit  on  their  offspring  fhed, 

Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head.  4  Let 


Book  II.]  HYMN  CXXVIII,  CXXIX.   1*7 

4  Let  cv'ry  faint  with  chserfu!  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children  in  their  early  days 
Shall  give,  the  God  of  Abra'am  praife. 

HYMN     iz8.     Common  Metre. 
Corrupt  Nature  from    Adam. 
j   TQ  LESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
_|3     Adam  our  father  flood, 
Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  eat  th'  unlawful  food. 
a  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 
To  finful  joys  inclin'd  ; 
Reafon  hath  loft  its  native  place, 
And  flefh  enflaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flefh,  and  fenfe,  and  paffion  reigns* 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  ; 
We  fancy  mufic  in  our  chains, 
And  fo  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame  5 

Our  broken  pow'rs  reftore  : 
Infpire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  flefh  fhall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit !    write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts. 
And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

H  Y  M  N     129.    Long  Metre. 
We  walk  by  Faith,  not  by  Sight, 
j  »ri"MS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come     , 

We  walk  thro"  deferts  dark  as  night  ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home,^ 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light, 
a  The  want  of  fight  fhe  well  fupplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  fhe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 


\ 


1 88        HYMN    CXXX.        [Book  II, 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defert  thro', 
While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Tho'  lions  roar,   and  tempefts  blow, 
And  «ocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abra'am,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  hYd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

HYMN     130.      Common  Metre. 
The  new  Creation, 

J     \  TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
X"\,     Doth  his  own  glories  ftiew  : 
"  Behold,  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 
"  Creating  all  things  new. 
a  "  Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 
"  And  the  old  Adam  dies  ; 
•'  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay  j 
"  See  the  new  world  arife  ! 

3  •«  I'll  be  a  fun  of  righteoufnefs 

"  To  the  new  heav'ns  1  make  j 
"  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  graefc 
-  My  glories  mail  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  rtate  of  fin  j 
O,  make  my  foul  alive  to  theej 
Create  new  pow'rs  within  !  " 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afre/h  ; 
Give  me  new  pafilons,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  (tone  to  fle/h. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell ; 
Jn  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made 
i  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN 


Book  II.]  HYMN  CXXXI,  CXXXII.  i8f 

HYMN     131.     Long  Metre. 
The  Excellency  of  the  Cbrijlian  Religion. 
1   T     ET  ever  lading  glories  crown 

I    j  Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Ldrd  j 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  bleflings  in  thy  word, 
a  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fliall  be  no  religion  found 
So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafe  to  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeka 
Some  felid  ground  to  reft  upon : 
With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  blefied  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  ftands ! 

5  [Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nifh  bltfs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  j 
Nor  does  the  Turkifh  Paradife 
Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refin'd.] 

6  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devife 
Affault  my  faith  with  treach'roua  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart* 

HYMN      1  ja.     Common  Metre, 
The  Offices  of  Christ. 

I  XT7E  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 
W       That  comes  with  truth  and  grace  j 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways, 

a  We  rev'rence  our  High  Prieft  above, 
Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

L  6  3  We 


190  HYMN  CXXXIII,  CXXXIV.  [Book  II5 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King; 

How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fir\ 
By  his  almjghly  hands. 

4  Hoi  arm  a  to  his  glorious  -name, 

Who  laves  by  different  ways  ; 
His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 

HYMN     133.     Long  Metre, 
The  Operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit, 
1   T7TERNAL  Spirit!  we  confefs 

1>  And  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace j 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blerfings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
a  EnlightenM  by  thirte  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  ihades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  j 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too, 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin  } 
Do  our  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voice  j 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  j 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

H  Y  M  N    .134.     Common  Metre. 
Circumcifion  aboHJbed, 
I  9  I  *HE  promife  was  divinely  free  ; 
X       Extenftve  was  the  grace  ; 
"  I  will  the  God  of  Abra'am  be, 
l(  And  of  his  numerous  race."' 
Z  He  faid,  and  with  a  bloody  feal 
Confirm 'd  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 
Long  did  the  fons  of  Abra'am  fefiX 
The  iharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  Till 


Book  II.]  HYMN  CXXXV,  CXXXVI.  191 

3  Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low, 
Gave  his  own  flefli  to  bleed  j 
And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleflings  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 
A  The  God  of  Abra'am  claims  our  praife  j 
His  promifes  endure  j 
And  Chrift  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways 
Makes  the  falvation  fure. 

HYMN     135.     Long  Metre, 
Types  and  Prophecies  of  Christ, 
I   TJEHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feed'. 
I*J  Behold  the  great  Mefliah  come ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuperior  room ! 

Z  Abra'am,  the  faint,  rejok'd  of  old 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw  j 
Mofes,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  fulfiller  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  their  chief  defign,  and  ceas'd  l 
The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieft. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet 

To  join  their  bleflings  on  his  head  : 
Jefus,  we  wor/hip  at  thy  feet, 
And  nations  awn  the  promis'd  feed. 

HYMN     136.     Long  Metre. 
Miraclts  at  the  Birth  of  Christ, 
I  fT^HE  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 

X     To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  hofts  declare  his  birth  ! 

Z  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet ! 
An  unknown  ftar  arofe,  and  led 
The  eaftern  fa^es  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon 


1 92      HYMN    CXXXVII,     [Book  II. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  InfantrSaviour  to  proclaim  j 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 

And  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 
And  treat  the  holy  child  with  fcorn  j 
Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 

HYMN     137.     Lang  Metre. 
Miracles  in  the  Life,  Death,  and  Refurre&ion  of  Christ, 
X   TJEHOLD,  the  blind  their  fight  receive! 

J£j  Behold,  the.  dead  awake  and  live  ! 

The  dumb  fpeak  wonders,  and  the  lame 

Leap  like  the  hart,  and  blefs  his  name. 

a  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  million  of  the  Son  ! 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  dies  j  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood  j 
He  rifes,  and  appears  a  God  : 

Behold  the  Lord  amending  high 
No  more  to  bleed,    no  more  to  die  \ 

4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  hear^ 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart  j 
And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign 
Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine, 

HYMN     138.     Long  Metre. 
The  Power  of  the  Gofpel. 
I  riT^HlS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
JL     Sent  to  the  nations  from  above : 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  fhew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

£  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  ! 
This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
Reftore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

%  The 


Book  II.]     HYMN     CXXXIX.       193 

3  The  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive  j 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  : 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afrefh, 
And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  flefh. 

4  [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night, 
The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 

Our  lufts  its  wond'rous  pow'r  controuls^ 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls.  J 

5  [Lions  and  beafts  of  favage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 
"While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftrange, 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.} 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
Let  finners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  j 
The  word  that  faves  me  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

HYMN     139.     Long  Metre. 
Tbe  Example  of  Christ. 

I    iy  ji  Y  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  \ 

XVJL  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  j 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 

Drawn  out  in  living  chara&ers, 
a  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal, 

Such  diff'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 

Such  frrre,  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 

I  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnefs'd  the  fervor  of  thy  pray'rj 
The  defert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vicYry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  :   make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  : 
Then  God  the  judge  mall  own  my  name 
Amongft  the  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN 


194      HYMNCXL,  CXLl.     [Book  II. 

HYMN     140.      Common  Metre. 
1'he  Examples  of  Christ  and tke  Saints . 

1  f~*\  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rife 
VJJ     Within  the  veil,  and  fee 

The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  j 
They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  afk  them  whence  their  vicVry  came  ? 

They  with  united  breath 
Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb," 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  infpir'd  their  breaft:) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Poffefs  the  promisM  reft. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praife 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witneffes 
Shew  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 

HYMN     141.      Common  Metne. 

Faith  ajfified  by  Senfe :  or,  Preaching>  Baptifm,  and  tbt 

Lord's  Supper. 

1  TV  /fY  Saviour-God,  my  Sov'reign-Priace, 
JlVA     Reigns  far  above  the  ikies  I 

Bijt  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

2  My  eyes  and  ears  ftiall  blefs  his  namej 

They  read  and  here  his  word  : 
My  touch  and  tafte  mall  do  the  fame, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  is  defign'd 

To  feal  his  cleanfing  grace, 
While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine 

He  gives  his  faints  a  place.  4  But 


Book  II.]         HYMN     CXLII.         195 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 
Can  make  my  fiefh  fo  clean, 
As  by  his  fpirit  and  his  blood 
He'll  wafti  my  foul  from  fin. 
c  Not  choiceft  meats  or  nobleft  wines 
So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  thvo'  the  figns, 
And  feeds  upon  his  flefh. 

9  I  love  the  Lord,  who  ftoops  fo  low 
To  give  his  word  a  feal  : 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bellow 
Exceeds  the  figures  ftill. 


HYMN     143.     Short  Metre, 

Faith  in  Christ  cur  Sacrifice,    . 

t  "VJOT  sfl  the  blood  of  hearts 
JL%    On  Jewifh  altars  flain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  confeience  peace. 
Or  wafh  away  the  ftain. 
a  But  Chrift  the  heay'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  fins  away  : 

A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  lland. 
And  there  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  didft  bear 

When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing  we  rejoice 

To   fee  the  curfe  remove  5 

We  blefs  the  lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love, 

HYMN 


196    HYMN  CXLIII,CXLIV  [Book  II. 

HYMN     143.     Common  Metre. 
Flejb  and  Spirit, 
I  XT  THAT  difF 'rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 
V  V        Attend  our  mortal  ftate  ? 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

a  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 
While  fin  and  Satan  reign  : 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light 

Till  perfect  day  arife  j 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies.     . 

4  Thus  will  the  flem  and  fpirit  ftrive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace  ; 
But  I  mall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 

HYMN     144.     Long  Metre. 
the  Effufion  of  the  Spirit :  or,  the  Succefs  of  the  GofpeU 
I   /^  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 

V_T  When  the  divine  difciples  met  j 

Whilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 

And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 
Z  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 

And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 

FurnifiVd  their  tongues  with  wond'rous  words, 

Inftead  of  fhields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champions  forth, 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north  j 
"  Go,  and  aflert  your  Saviour's  caufe : 

*'  Go,  fpread  the  mynYry  of  his  crofs." 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paflions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeil  rebel  low  ? 

5  Nations, 


Book  II.]   HYMN  CXLV,  CXLVI.      197 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubduM  j 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace !  my  heart  fubdue  j 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fing  the  vicYries  of  his  word. 

HYMN     145.     Common  Metre. 
Sight  through  a  Glafs,  and  Face  to  Face* 
I  T  Love  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
X.     Thro'  which  my  Lord  is  feen, 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face* 
Without  a  glafs  between. 
3  ©,  that  the  happy  hour  was  come, 
To  change  my  faith  to  fight ! 
I  fhall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light, 
3  Hafte  my  beloved  and  remove 
Thefe  interpofing  days ; 
Then  fhall  my  paflions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 

HYMN     146.     Long  Metre. 
The  Vanity  of  Creatures  :  or,  no  Reji  on  Eartkm 
j   X  ft  AN  hath  a  foul  of  vaft  defires, 
JLtX  He  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires  j 
Toft  to  and  fro,  his  pafiions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 
%  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind  : 
We  try  new  pleafures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirfl  and  torment  ftill. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 
We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns  j 
And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 
To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great 


198      HYMN    CXLVH.       fBooic  U. 

4  Great  God  !  fubdue  this  vicious  thirft, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  duft  j 
Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

HYMN     147.     Common  Metre. 
The  Creation  of  the  World,  Gen.  i. 
I  ««  lVT^^  'et  a  *Paclous  world  arife," 
X\j      Said  the  Creator-Lord  : 
At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  Ikies 
Rofe  at  his  Sovereign  word. 
Z  [Dark  was  the  deep ;  the  waters  lay 
Confus'd,  and  drown"  d  the~  land  : 
He  call'd  the  light ;   the  ntnv  bom  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high  j 

The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  Iky, 
And  float  on  fofter  air. 

4  The  liquid  element  below 

Was  gather'd  by  his  hand  j 
The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants,  (a  flow'ry  birth) 

The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 
E're  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth, 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  ikies ; 

Behold  the  fun  appears, 
The  moon  and  ftars  in  order  rife, 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame, 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  fifh  of  ev'ry  name.] 
3  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 
At  once  their  wond'rous  birth, 
And  grazing  beafts  of  various  form* 

Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth,  P  Adam 


Book  II.]     HYMN    CXLVIII.       199 

9  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 
Tho'  fov'reign  of  the  reft ; 
Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
With  God's  own  image  blefs'd. 
jo  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye 
The  young  creation  ftood  j 
He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronounc'd  it  good. 
II  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  ftajids. 
Thy  praile  ihall  fill  my  tongue  : 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong. 

HYMN     14S.     Common  Metre. 

God  reconciled  in  C  h  e  i  s  t  • 

l   TpVEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
\_J     My  Jefus,  and  my  God, 
Who  can  refift  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trirle  with  thy  blood  ? 
a  *Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmiles  again  j 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  -Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  fleih  I  fee, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  : 
The  holy,  juft,  and  facred  three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  faee-appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begms  : 
His  name  forbids  my  flavifh  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  fins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boarbj 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  tru** 

HYMN 


200    HYMN    CXLIX,  CL.     [Book  II. 

HYMN     149.      Common  Metre. 
Honour  to  Maglfiratet :  or,  Government  from  Go». 

1  T7TERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  fky, 
XJj     And  Lord  of  all  below, 

We  mortals  to  thy  majefty, 
Our  firft  obedience  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 

And  blefs  thy  providence 
For  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3  [The  crowns  of  right'ows  princes  ihinc 

With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  the  nation  blefs'd.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand, 

While  virtue  finds  reward  j 
And  finners  perifh  from  the  land 
By  juftice  and  the  fword. 

5  Let  Caefar's  due  be  ever  paid 

To  Caefar  and  his  throne ; 
But  confciences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

HYMN     150.      Common  Metre. 
the  Deceltfulnefs  of  Sin. 

I   QIN  hath  a  thoufand  treachVous  arts 
1J     To  practife  on  the  mind  $ 
With  flattYing  looks  fhe  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  fting  behind. 

a  With  names  of  virtue  me  deceives 
The  aged  and  the  young  j 
And  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  Ihe  brings, 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 

And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe.  4  $• 


Book  II.]      HYMN    CLI,  CLII.        201 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 
Grew  the  forbidden  food  $ 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there, 
'  And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

HYMN     151.     Long  Metre. 
Prophecy  and  Inspiration. 

1  TpWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

The  ancient  prophet  fpcke  his  word  ; 
His  fpirit  did  their  tongues  infpire, 
And  warm  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 
Confirm'd  the  mefiages  they  brought ; 

The  prophet's  pen  fucceeds  his  breath  j 
To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God!  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  j 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 

And  read  his  name,  who  dy'd  for  me. 

4  -Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft  and  vanim  in  the  wind  t 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  fecure ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  muft  endure. 

HYMN     152.      Common  Metre. 

Sinai  and  Sion,,  Heb.  xii.   18,  &c. 

I  TWTOT  t0  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
Jl\      The  tempeft,  fire  and  fmoke, 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke  j 

a  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 
The  city  of  our  God, 
"Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  hoft 
Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light  ! 
Behold  the  fpirits  of  the  juft, 
Whofe  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight ! 

4  Behold 


*oa         HYMN     CLITL  [Book  II. 

4  Behold  the  blefs'd  affembly  there, 

Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n ! 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vileft  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Chrift  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 
My  weary  foul  would  reft  r 


The  man  that  dwells  where  Jefus 


Mult  be  for  ever  bleft. 

HYMN     153.      Common  Metre. 
The  Dijlemper,  Folly ,  and  Madnefs  of  Sin* 
Z    OIN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
l^J     Infects  our  vital  blood  : 
The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 
And  the  phyfician,  God. 
%  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 
And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Chrift  the  Lord  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs  by  nature  reigns  within, 
The  paifions  burn  and  rage  5 
Till  God's  own  Son  with  (kill  divine 
The  inward  fire  afTuage. 
4.  [V/e  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind, 
And  folid  good  defpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife. 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel, 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 

And  ruih  with  fury  down  to  hell ; 

But  heav'n  prevents  the  fail.] 

6  {The  man  poflefs'd,  among  the  tombi 

Cuts  his  own  flefli  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves  till  Jefus  comei, 
And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.]  HYMN 


Book:  II.]     HYMN    CLIV,  CLV.    203 

HYMN     154.     Long  Metre. 
Self-r'-gbtccufr.efs  ififufjicient* 
1    nlT  THERE  are  ^erhourners  *,  (faith  the  Lord) 
V  V     M  That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  ? 
"  That  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ! 
"  Come,  make  my  name  your  trull:  and  flay. 

&  "  [No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 

'*  Can  for  che  fmalleft  fin  atone; 

"  f  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 

"  Will  not  your  leaft  pollutions  hide. 
3  "  The  fofteft  couch  that  nature  knows 

"  Can  give  the  confcience  no  repofe : 

<{  Look  to  my  righteuufnefs,  and  live  : 

"  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 
4.  **  Ye  fons  of  pride,  that  kindle  coals 

"  With  your  own  hands  to  w  rra  your  fouls, 

"  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 

"  Enjoy  the  fparks  that  ye  defire  : 
5  u  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands, 

"  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands, 

"  Ye  mail  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 

"  In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  defpair." 

HYMN     155.      Common  Metre, 
Christ  our  PaJJcnjer, 
I   1*     O  !  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
I    J     To  Pharaoh's  ftubborn  land  5 
The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindictive  hand. 
a  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Tocob  o'er, 
Nor  pour'd  the  wnth  divine  ; 
He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 
And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 
3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  muft  bleed, 
To  break  th'  Egyptian  yoke  j 
Thus  Ifr'el  is  from  bondage  f'-eed, 
And  'icapes  the  angel's  ftroke. 

•  Ifaiahl.  is,  11.  f  IfaiahxxvUj,  20. 

M  4  Lord, 


204         HYMN    CLVI. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 
With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 
Juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
c  Jefus  our  paffover  was  (lain, 
And  has  at  once  procurM 
Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 

HYMN     156.      Common  Metre. 
Prefumption  and  Defpait :  or,  Satan's  various  Temptations, 
1   T  Hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
X     I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  j 
The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

%  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
Or  kills  with  flavifh  fear; 
And  holds  us  ftill  in  wide  extremes, 
Prefumption,  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  "  How  eafy  'tis 

"  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  j" 
Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 

4  f  He  bids  young  finners,  "  Yet  forbear 

"  To  think  of  God  or  death  : 
'*  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
«'  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  They  muft  die  : 

•'  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray } 
"  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
"  For  they  have  loft  their  day. "J 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mifchief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r, 

Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell; 
And  that  he  vex  the  earth  1*0  more, 
Cetyftne.  hm  down  to  heH,  HYMN 


Book  II.]  HYMN  CLVII,  CLVIII.    20$ 

HYMN     157.      Common  Metre. 

The  fame. 

1  TWTOW  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 
J^\      And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 

With  a  malicious  joy. 

2  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage  J 

Refift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
Thus  did  our  deareft  Lord  engage, 
And  vanquim  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine, 
Like  innocence  and  love  ; 

But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within 

When  he  aflumes  the  dove. 
Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 

Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly  : 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong, 
Nor  iliould  the  children  try. 

HYMN     158.     Long  Metre. 
Teivfaved:    or,  the  almoft  Chrijilan,  the  Hypocrite,  and 

Apoftate. 
I    T}  ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
XJ  And  thoufands  walk  together  there} 
But  wifdom  mows  a  narrow'r  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 
I  «  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  j 
Nature  mult  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  flie  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 
I  The  fearful  foul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efteem'd  almofl:  a  faint, 
And  makes  his  own  deftruction  fure. 
4.  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  j 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  j 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain  j 
Which  falfe  apoftates  never  knew. 

M  a  HYMN 


206     H  Y  M  N     CLIX,CLX.  [Book  II. 

HYMN     159.      Common  Metre. 
An  unconverted  State  :  or,  converting  Grace, 

1  ["  /~1  RE  AT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace ! 
LVJT     We  own  with  humble  fhame, 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 

And  our  firft  father's  name.] 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 

The  poifon  reigns  within  j 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good, 
And  willing  flaves  to  fin. 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then  reject  thy  grace : 

Engag'd  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 

Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 

4  We  lite  eftrapg'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  diftance  well ; 
With  hafte  we  run  the  dang'rous  road 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd  ? 

Such  natures  made  divine  ! 
Let  finners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  This  pow'r  of  thine. 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high, 

Who  his  own  Spirit  fends, 
To  bring  rebellious  ftrangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

HYMN     1 60.     Long  Metre. 
Cujiom  in  Sin, 

1  TT     ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 

J /  Put  off  the  fpots  that  nature  gives  ! 

Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 

And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives. 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopean  (laves 
Waih  out  the  darknefs  of  their  Ikih  j 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 

As  old  tranfgreflbrs  ccafe  to  fin.  3  Whera 


Book  II.]        HYMN     CLXI.  207 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  controul } 
None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  ftrong 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God  !   I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine  j 
I  would  be  form'd  a-new,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 

HYMN     161.    Common  Metre. 
Cbrijiian  Virtues :  or,  the  Difficulty  of  Converjion* 

l  O TRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait 
^     That  leads  to  joys  on  high  } 
'Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crouds  miftake  and  die. 
a  Beloved  felf  muft  be  deny'd, 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Pafiion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd, 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

3  [Flefti  is  a  dang'rous  foe  ,to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  } 
Flefh  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas*d, 
Left  they  deftbry  our  fouls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banifh'd  hence, 

(That  vile  Idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
In  fweet  fubjection  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  pow'r, 

Requires  a  ftrong  reftraint : 

We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 

And  pray,  but  never  faint.] 

6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  tafk  fo  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  muft  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

M  3  HYMN 


208  HYMN  CLXII,  CLXIII.  [Book  II. 

HYMN     162.     Common  Metre. 
The  Meditation  of  Heaven :  or,  the  Joyi  of  Faith, 

1  1^   JW  Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  Ikies, 
JL  y  JL     And  look  within  the  veil ; 

There  fprings  of  endlei's  pleafure  rife, 

The  waters  never  fail. 
%  There  i  behold  with  fweet  delight 

The  blefled  Three  in  One ; 
And  ftrong  affe&ions  fix  my  fight 

On  God  s  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  (lands  forever  firm, 

His  grace  fhall  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings,  } 

How  fhort  our  forrows  are  ! 
When  with  eternal,  future  things 

The  prefent  we  compare, 
i;  I  would  not. be  a  ftranger  ftilt 

To  that  celeftial  place, 
Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell, 

Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

HYMN     163.    Common  Metre,* 
Complaint  of  Defertion  and  Temptation, 

x   TTXEAR  Lord  !  behold  our  fore  diitrefs, 
L  3     Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  5 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'ring  gracej 
And  let  thy  foes  be  flain. 

2  [The  lion  with  his  dreadful  roar 

Affrights  thy  feeble  fheep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear> 
Nor  tears  affe&  thine  eye  ?] 

4  ^ 


Book  II,]  HYMN   CLXIV,  CLXV.  209 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 
Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
An  advocate  fo  near  the  throne 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 
'5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword 
To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 
Our  fins  fhall  die  beneath  thy  word, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 
6  How  bounBlefs  is  our  father's  grace, 
In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  ! 
He  made  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
His  fpirit  is  our  ftrength. 

HYMN     164.      Common  Metre* 
The  End  of  the  World, 

j   TT7HY  mould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  I 
YV       Why  fhould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow, 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies  ? 
a  While  time  his  fliarpeft  teeth  prepares, 
Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  ftars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  fhall  be  diflblv'd  and  die, 

The  fun  muft  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  fea  for  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face, 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rife, 

When  the  laft  trumpet  found, 

And  call  the  nations  to  the  fkies, 

From  underneath  the  ground  ? 

HYMN     165.      Common  Metre. 
Unfruitfulnefs)  Ignorance,  and  Unfantlified  AffeEiiont, 

I   1"     ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  foimd 
I    j     Of  thy  falvation,  Lord  $ 
But  ftill  how  weak  my  faith  is  foundj 

And  knowledge  of  thy  word  !  %  Oft 


2io         HYMN    CLXV*         [Book  U. 

3  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almoft  in  vain  ; 
How  fmail  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain  1 

3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  hlefiings  of  thy  throne  !] 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  loye  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affedtions  there  !] 

5  Great  God  !  thy  fovVeign  pow'r  impart 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs  j 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace, 

6  [Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  j 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  mall  never  die.] 

HYMN     1 66.      Common  Metre. 
The  divine  Perfeftions. 
I    TTOW  mall  I  praifc  th'  eternal  God, 
X~l     That  infinite  unknown  ! 
Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ! 
a  [The  great  invifible  !  he  dwells 
Conceal'd  in  dazzling  light  j 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals 
The  fecrets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  that  never  fleep, 

Survey  the  world  around  ! 
His  wifdom  is  a  boundlefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.] 

4  [Speak  we  of  fttfength  ?  his  arm  is  ftrong, 

To  fave  or  to  deitroy  : 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 

Andendlefsis  his  joy.  1  5  [He 


Book  II.]      HYMN     CLXVW.        Zil 

<   [He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change, 
Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promifcs.] 

6  [Sinners  before,  his  prefence  die  s 

How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame.J 

7  Juftice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down> 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

8  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King  ! 

Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  ling 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

HYMN     167.     Long' Metre. 
The  divine  Perfections. 
\   (~>  REAT  God!   thy  glories  mall  employ 
V_T  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  $ 
My  lips  in  fongs  of  honour  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

2  [Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown* 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne $ 

All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord.] 

3  [His  fov'reign  pow'r  what  mortal  knows  ! 
If  he  commands,  who  dare  oppofe  ? 
With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

4  [Who  mall  pretend  to  teach  him  fkill, 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  ? 
His  wildom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  heyond  our  line.] 

5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  j 

He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  fheds 

His  firy  vengeance  on  their  headsl]  6  [The 


ziz        H  Y  M  N    CLXVIfl,      [Book  II. 

6  [The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light ; 
Death  and  deftruc"rion  naked  lie, 
And  heil  uncover'd  to  his  eye.] 

7  [Th'  eternal  law  before  him  ftands  j 
His  juftice  with  impartial  hands 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 

Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword.] 

8  [His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Waihes  our  load  of  guilt  away  j 

While  his  own  Son  came  djwn  and  dy'd^ 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide.] 

9  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith  j 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  j 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps, 
The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.] 
io  O,  tell  me  with  a  gentle  voice, 

"  Thou  art  my  God,"  and  I'll  rejoice  : 

Fili'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 

The  brighteft  honours  of  thy  name. 

HYMN     1 68.     Long  Metre. 
The  feme. 
I    TEKOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 

«J    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty  ! 

His  glory  fhines  with  beams  fo  bright, 

No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight, 
a  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe  j 

His  juftice  guards  his  holy  lawj 

His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 

3  Thro'  all  his  works  his  wifdom  mines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  defigns  j 
His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 

The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  father  and  my  friend  ! 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angeL  join} 

Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine,  HYMN 


Book  II.]  HYMN  CLXIX,  CLXX.    213 

HYMN      169.     The  fame  •>  at  Pfalm  148. 
I  f"T"*HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

J_     His  throne  is  built  on  high  j 
The  garments  he^afTumes 
Are  light  and  majefty  j 

His  glories  fhine 

With  beams  fo  bright, 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  fight. 
2 -The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world,  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  juftice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  j 

And  whei;e,his  love 

Refolves  to  blei's, 

His  truth  confirms 

And  feals  ths  grace. 

3  Thro'  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprifing  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  ct  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns  ; 

Strong  is  his  arm, 
And  fhall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees, 
His  fov'reign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend  ! 

And  will  he  write  his  name, 
"  My  Father  and  my  Friend  ?''' 

I  love  his  name ! 

I  love  his  word  ! 

Join  all  my  povv'rs, 

And  praife  the  Lord.  L 

H  Y  M  N  •  170.     Long  Metre. 

God  incomprebenjible  and  fever  eigtt. 

I   rOAN  creatures  to  perfection  find  * 

[Vj   Th' eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 

Or  can  the  largefi:  ftretch  of  thought 

Meafure  and  fearch  his  nature  out  ? 

*  Job  xi.  7,  &c.  z  *Tit 


2i4        HYMN    CLXX.        [Book  II, 

Z  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell  j 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  tke  mining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife  ; 
Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,   he  flies 
Thro'  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 

And  fwells,  and  fnuffs  the  empty  wind,] 

4  God  is  a  King,  of  pow'r  unknown  : 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  ; 
If  he  refolve  who  dare  oppofe, 

Or  aflc  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 
c  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole  ; 
He  calms  the  tempeft  of  the  foul : 
When  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 

6  *  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon  j 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  : 

•f-  The  pillars  of  heavVs  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm  j 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

2  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  ; 
But  who  fhall  dare  defcribe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  ftand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 

*  Job  xxv.  5.  f  Job  xxvi.  11,  &c* 

The   END   0/  the   SECOND    BOOK* 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 
BOOK    III. 

PREPARED  FOR  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

HYMN     1.      Long  Metre. 
The  Lord's  Supper  injlituted,    1  Cor.  xi.  23,  &c. 

1  9  rip  WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

X      When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arole 
Againit  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blefs'd  and  brake  5 
What  love  thro'  all  his  aftions  ran ! 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  fpake ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  fin ; 

"  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food}" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blels'd  the  wine ; 
"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 

4  [For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  : 
And  juftice  pour'd  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  veng'ance  in  our  ftead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt  j 
When,  for  biack  crimes  of  biggeft  fize, 
He  gave  a  foul  a  facrifice.J 

N  {>  «  Do 


2i6  HYMN    II.  [Book  III, 

6  "  Do  this,  (he  cry'u)  'till  time  mall  end, 
"  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  j 

"  Meet  at  my  table,   and  record 
"  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  [Jefus  !   thy  feaft  we  celebrate, 

We  fhew  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  fhall  eat 
The  marriagc-fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

HYMN    2.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  with  Christ,   and  with  Saintty 
i  Cor.   x.   16,  17. 

I  ["  TESUS  invites  his  faints 
L,|      To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardpn'd  rebels  fit,  and  hold 
■    Communion  with  their  Lord. 
2,  For  food  he,  gave  his  flefh ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  ; 
Amazing  favour,  matchlefs  grace 
Of  our  defcending  God  !] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union' with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'rcft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Chriit  at  d  his  members  one  ; 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  Srft'-bom  Son. 

5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 

Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  hath  its  fev'ral  limbs, 
But  jefus  is   the  head. 

6  Let  all   our  pow'rs  be  join'd 

T-Iis  glorious  name  to  raife  : 
pica'   re  and   love   fill  ev'ry  mind, 
.     And  ev'ry  voice    be  praife.  _-..„ 


Book  III.]       HYMN     III,    IV.       217 

HYMN     3.     Common  Metre. 
The  neiv  lefiament  in  the  Blood  u/Christ  \   or,  the  ttfio 

CoverarJ  fealed, 

1  "  *  I  *  H  E  promife  of  my  Father's  love 

\        "  Shall  ftand  for   ever  good  :" 
He  faid,  and  gave  his  foul  to  d^ath, 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with-  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 

I  let  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feai  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'nlng  grace, 

And  glory  mall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  fiefh, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  I  cail  that  legacy  my  own 

"Which  Jei'us  did  bequeath  ; 
Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  rathVd  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is   the  mem'ry  of  his  name 

Who  blefs'd  us  in  bis  will, 

And  to  his  teftament  of  love 

Made  his  own  life  the  leal. 

HYMN     4.       Common  Metre. 

Ch  R I  s  t's  dying  Love :  or,     our  Pardon  bought  at  a  dear 

Trice. 


H 


Was  God's  eternal  5on  ! 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 

And  pity  brought  him  down> 
[When  juftice,  by  our  fins  provok'd, 

Drew  forth  his  dreadful  fword, 
He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftroke, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word.] 

N  a  3   [H< 


218  H  Y  M  N    V.  [Book  III. 

3  [H<*  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beftovvs 
But  co ft  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  compaffion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 

His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 
c  Now  tho'  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  ftill  as  great  : 
Well  !  e  remembers  Calvary; 

Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 
C  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll, 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 

Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide.] 

7  [Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 

Of  Jefus'  dying  love  ; 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  foft  affection  move.] 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN     5.     Common  Metre. 
Christ  the  Bread  of  Life,  John  vi.  31,  35,   39-" 
I    T     ET  us  adore  t!V  eternal  word, 

J j     'Tis  he  our  fouls  hath  fed  : 

Thou  art  our  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 
Z   [The  manna  came  from  lower  Ikies, 
But  Jefus  from  above, 
Where" the  frefii  fprlngs  of  pleafure  rife, 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 
3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft. 
Who  eat  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  tafte 

Can  raife  us  from  the  dead,]  4  BlefsM 


Book  III.]  HYMN     VI.  219 

4  BlefsM  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flcfh 

To  nourish  d>ing  men  ; 
And  often  fpreadi  his  table  frefh, 
Leit  we  fhould  faint  ajain. 

5  Our  fouls  lhall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 

While  Jefus  finds  fupplies  : 
Nor  lhail  our  graces  link  to  death, 
For  jefus  never  dies. 

6  [Daily  our  mortal  flefh  decays, 

Cut  Chrift  ourlife  fhali  comej 
His  unrefifted  pow'r  ihall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

HYMN     6.     Long  Metre. 

The  Memorial  of  our  abfent  Lord,     John  xvi.  16.  Luke 
xxii.  19.   John  xiv.  3. 

1  TESUS  is  gone  above  the  ikies, 

J?    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not; 

And  carnal  cbjedls  court  our  eyes, 

To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand1  ring  hearts  we  have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And  to  refrefh  our  minds,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flefh  and  dying  blood ; 
We  on  the  rich  provifion  feed, 

And  tafte  the  wine,  and  bleifs  the  God. 

4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efteem  ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  nVd  on  him. 

5  While  he  is  ablent  from  our  fight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

N  3  6  [Our 


220      HYMN     VII,  VUW    [Book  Ilf. 

6   [Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 
When.e  our  re  ruining  Lord  fliali  come  ; 
We  wait  thy  chariot'j  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home.] 

H   Y   M    N     7.     Long  Me f  re. 
Crucifixion  to  the  World  by  the  Crofs  ofChrift,  Gal.  vi.  14. 

1    \  A/"**"^  I  ^urvey  tne  wond'rous  crofs 
t  V      On  which  the  prince  of  Glory  dy'd, 

My  ricbeft  gain  I  count  but  loft, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride, 
a  Forbid  it,    Lord,   that  I  mould  boafr, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Chriit  my  God  5 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  moil, 

I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'ei  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet, 

Or  th.  fe  fo  rich  a  crown  ! 

4  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
'Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  j 

Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  ail  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall  j 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 

HYMN     S.     Common  Metre. 
ThelreeofUfc. 
I    r<f^G!VIE,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune, 
1-V--J      To  out  exalted  Lord'j 
Ye  faints  on  high  around  his  throne, 
And  we  around  his  board. 
3  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground, 
;  .  and  faint  ye  ftood, 
What  dear  reft%fl»ttients  here  ye  found 
I  rona  this  immortal  food  !  J 

1   The 


Boot  III.]  HYMN    IX.  "I 

3  The  tree  oi  life,  that  near  the  throne, 

In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever  fmiling  boughs. 

4  THov  ring  amongft  the  leaves  there  ftands 

The  fweet  celeftial  dove, 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love.] 
r   pTis  a  voung  heaven  of  ftrange  delight, 
While  in  his  (hade  we  fit  ; 
His  fruit  is  pleafing  to  the  fight, 
And  to  the  tafte  as  fweet. 

6  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts, 
And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  ; 

Vigour  and  joy  the  j  uice  imparts 
Without  a  fting  behind.] 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  ftan.d 
And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  ; 

There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
That  bears  fuch  fruits  as  thefe. 
g  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whole  wond'rous  hanc1  has  made 
This  living  branch  of      .'reign  pow'r 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

HYMN     9.   v  Short  Metre. 
rbTstirit,  tB  Water,   and  the  Blood,    I  John  v.  6. 
i   T    'ET  all  our  tongues  be  one 
j    j  To  praife  our  God  on  high, 
V/ho  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son 
To  fetch  us  ftrangers  nigh. 
2,  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  ling  the  Saviour's  name-} 
Jefus,  th?  ambaffadcr  of  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  came. 
3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  5 
Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 

To  make  the  payment  good.  4  L     / 


222  HYMN     X.  [Book  III. 

4  [My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 

Pour'd  out  a  double  ,\ood  j 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 
And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 

But  he,  our  pried,   atones  ; 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt, 
And  offer' d  with  his  groans.] 

6  Look  up,  my  foul,   to  him, 

Whoie  death  was  thy  defert, 
And  humbly  view  the  livirg  ftream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  hear:. 

7  There  on  the  curfeJ  tree 

In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Fathers  great  decree. 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 

By  water  and  by  blood  : 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  famr, 
We  feel  his  vvitnefs  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 

Bear  their  record  above, 

Here  I  believe  he  dy*d  for  me, 

And  leal  my  Saviour's  love. 

io   [Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin  j 

Nor  let  thy  grace  depart : 

Great  comfo  ter,  abide  within, 

And  witnefs  to  my  heart. 

H  Y  M  N      c      Long  Metre. 

Christ  Crucified,  the  TVifdom  and  Power  j/"God. 
I    "J^TATUKL  with  open  volume  ftands, 

JJ%|    To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad  ; 

And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 

Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God. 
2.  But  in  the  grace  th:U  refcu'd  man, 

His  brighter!  form  of  glory  fhines ; 

Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 

In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  line;.  3   [Here 


Book  III.]  HYMN     XL  223 

3  [Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete  ; 
Nor  wit  can  guefs  :  nor  reafon  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  beft  is  writ, 

The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love. J 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace  and  veng'ance  ftrangely  join, 
Piercing  his  Son  with  iharpeft  fmart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine. 

5  O  !   the  Tweet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
Where  God  the  Saviour  bv'd,  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  ncbieit  life  my  fpirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide. 

6  I  would  forever  fpeak  his  name, 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  : 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worihip  at  hia  Father's  throne. 

HYMN     11.     Common  Metre. 
Pardon  brought  to  our  Senfes. 
I    T     ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  ! 
JL_y     How  heav'nly  is  the  place 
Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
%  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 
And  fweeteft  glories  mine  ; 
There  Jefus  fays,  that  "  1  am  his, 
*<  And  my  beloved's  mine. 

3  "  Here,"   (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

And  mews  his  woqnded  fide) 
f«  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
"  That  open'd  when  I  dy'd  !" 

4  [Fie  fmiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
"  All  this  (fays  he)  I  bore  for  thee ;" 
And  then  he  fmiles  again.] 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 

And  feals  it  with  a  kifs.  6   [Let 


(2*4  H  Y  M  N     XII.         [Book  III, 

6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  theie 

Be  i  )unded  ail  abroad  ; 
Such  fayonrs  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

7  [To  him  that  vva/Vd  us  in  his  Mood 

lit-  ev.-riafting  praile ; 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  po-v'r, 
Eternal  as  J, is  days.] 

HYMN      12.     Long  Metre. 
Tire  GcftelFeaf;    Luke  xiv.    r6,  &c. 

1  ["  JLJ'P^  iich  are  *y  provinons,   Lord  ! 
•-  A  JL    1  hy  table  furniuYd  rrom  above  ! 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'errlows  wich  heav'nly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  fr.milv,  the  jews, 
Were  ftrfi  invited  to  the  fealt  : 

•    We  humbly  take  vv'oat  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiies  thy  ialvar.ion  taiie. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 
And  help  was  far,  a::d  death  was  ftjgh  ! 
Eut  at  the  gofpei-call  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

4  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 
From  pat  .is  of  darknels  and  delpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefeace  here.  J  ■ 

5  [What  fhail  we  pay  th*  eternal  Son, 
That  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God  ? 

6  It  core  him  death  to  Save  our  lives  j 
To  buy  our  foul;  it  cj*r  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

7  Our  everlasting  love  is  due 

1     him  that  ranfom'd  finners  lojftj 
.     And  piry'd  rebels,   when  he  knew 

The  vaft  expence  his  love  wouii  coll.  HYMX 


Book  III.]     HYMN    XIII,  XIV.      iiS 

HYMN     13.     "Common  Metre. 

.Divine  Lov*  waking  a  Feaft,  and  calling  in  the  Guefts, 

Luke  xiv.  i?>  22»  23« 

1  YTow  fweet  and  awf  l  is  the  ?lace 

f"j[     With  Chriffc  within  the  doors, 
While  everlafting  love  difplays 
The  choiceft  of  her  ftores! 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  foft  companion  roils ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 

3  r While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  f  jngs 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ? 

4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

"  And  enter  while  there's  room} 
"  When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
"  And  rather  ftarvethan  come  ?"] 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  thatfpread  the  feaft 

That  fweetly  fore'd  us  in  j 
Elfe  we  had  ftill  refuVd  to  tafte, 
And  periuYd  in  our  lin. 

6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Conftram  the  earth  to  come  5 
Send  thy  vi&orious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  foul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

HYMN     14.     Long  Metre. 
The  Song  of   Simeon,  Luke  ii.  28  :    or,  a  Sight  of 
Christ  makes  Death  eafy. 
j   VJOW  have  our  hearts  embraced  our  God,     , 
J^    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  wifh  to  die,  as  Simeon  wou'd, 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms.  a  Our 


226  HYMN     XV.  [Book  III. 

a  Our  lips  ihould  learn  that  joyful  fong, 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  j 
Our  fouls  ftill  willing  to  be  gone, 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,   O  Lord> 
And  viewM  falvation  with  our  eyes, 
Tafted  and  felt  the  living  word, 

The  bread  descending  from  the  fkies. 

4  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
Haft  fet  his  blood  before  our  face, 
To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
And  ftiew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  He  is  our  light  j  our  morning-ftar 
Shall  fttine  on  nations  yet  un known ; 
The  glory  of  thine  ifr'el  here, 

And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne. 

HYMN     15.     Common  Metre. 
Our  Lord  Jesus  at  his  own  Tabic* 
X    ["'  1  SHE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
L    J[        Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  : 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
And  blefs'd  the  food,  and  fung  : 
%  Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  bread  j 
But  doubly  blefs'd  was  he 
That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head,. 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights,  we  tafre. 

As  that  great  fa v' rite  did, 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefus'  breaft, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread.] 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  ikies, 

Hither  the  King  defcends  j 
'^  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries) 
'*  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 

5  £"'My  flefh  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 

'*  A  balm  for  all  your  pains  : 
"  And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 

"  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins."]  6  Hofan- 


Book  III.]         HYMN     XVI.  237 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love 

For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 

And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bleiTings  coo. 

7  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 

That  brings  our  fouls  to  reft  ! 
Then  we  mail  need  thefe  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feaft.] 

HYMN      16$   Common  Metre. 
The  Agonies  of  Christ. 
!    TkJOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
j^J       Our  hearts  no  more  repine  j 
Our  fuff'rings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  love ; 

Each  of  us  hopes  he  dy'd  for  me, 

And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rife, 

While  fitting  round  his  board j 
And  back  to  Calvary  {he  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul  what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  ! 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
L?.y  heavy  on  him  too  ! 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  : 
Dying,  he  conquer' d  hell  and  fin". 
And  made  tiii  triumph  there.] 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  juftke  join'd  and  wrought. 

The  wonders  of  that  day  : 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  {hould  found  like  thofe  above, 

Could  we  our  voices  raifej 
Yet  Lord,  our  heans  fhall  all  be  love, 

And  all  our  lives  be  praife,  HYMN 


hrt  II  Y  M  N    XVII.         [Book  III. 

HYMN     17.       Short  Metre. 
irablt  Food  :  or,  the  Flejb  and  Bhod  o/Christ. 
E  Mr.g  th1  amazing  deed; 


IW: 


That  grace  divine  performs  5 
Th1  eternal  God  comes  down,  and  bleeds 
To  n  g  worms.  ^ 

1   This  foul-ireviving  wine, 

Dear  Saviour,   'tij  thy  blood  ; 

V/e  thank  that  facred  fieih  of  thins 
For  this  immortal  food.] 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things  ! 

Earth  hath  no  dainties  hair   I 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
And  fearch'd  his  garden  r   J  1 

For  there  was  no  (\ 
In  ail  that  happy  ground. 

5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 
Can  neve.-  -  fdod> 

They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
But  no;  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th  Lord 

.-3  this  matchUft  grr.ee, 
And  meets  us  with  (onvz  cheering  word, 
With  pieafure  in  his  :'. 

7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints, 
And   banquet  with  the  King  j 

This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints, 
And  tune  your  voice  to  ling. 

8  Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrilt; 

Thro'  the  wiie  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 
His  glory  in  the  high'it. 

HYMN 


Book  III.]     HYMN  XVHl,  XIX.     : 

HYMN      iS.      Long  Metre.     The  fume, 
I     TESUS  !   we  bow  before  th] 
,J    Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd; 
Thy  facred  0  re  eatjj 

"Tis  living  t  lank  thee,   L 

a  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's   bicod  ; 
We  thank  thee,  Lord,  'tis  gen'rbus  wine, 

ith  love  ;  the  fountain  fl 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  t] 

3  On  earth  is  no  luch  fweethefs  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  fiefh  is  heav'nly  food  : 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  glebe  around 
For  bread  to  fin°,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4  Carnal  proviiions  can  at  bed 

But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head  : 
Bui:  the  rich  cordial  that  we  taire 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  mafter  of  the  feait  ; 
His  name  our  fouls  for  ever  biefs  $ 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieft, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

HYMN      19.     Long  Metre. 
Glory  in  the  Croft  1  or,  not  ajhawd  cf  Christ  Ctucifed. 

1  A    T  thy  command,  our  deareit  Lord, 
J_"\_  Here  .we  attend  thy  eying  feait  $ 

1  hy  blood  like  wine  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  owa  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueil. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  truits  for  life  in  one  that  dy'd  j 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  abuve, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  ihaniG, 
And  fling  their  fcandals  on  thy  caufej 
We  come  to  boalt  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofi. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  tie  fcoffing  age, 
He  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb, 


r.-^e 


He  lives  above  their  utrnoft 

And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come.  HYMN 


6*-J 


23o     H  Y  M  N     XX,    XXI.     [Book  III. 

HYMN     20.     Common  Metre. 
The  Provificns  for  the  Table  of  our  Lord  :   or,  ike  Tree 

of  Life,  and  River  of  Love. 
i    T     ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 

J /     And  fing  the  folemn  fealt, 

Where  fweet  celeftial  dainties  ftand 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 

2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the  paffage  to't. 

3  The  cup  itands  crown'd  with  living  juice  j 

Thefpuntain  Hows  above, 
And  runs  down  frreaming  for  our  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepaid  by  heav'nly  art, 

The  pleasures  well  refm'd  ; 
They  fpread  new  life  thro'  ev'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  iaincs  that  taue  his  wine  : 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
In  loud  ho  fa  nn  as join. 

6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  God 

That  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  j 
Hofanna  !   let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

HYMN     ^u     Common  Metre. 
The  triumph al  Feafi  for  Christ's  ViElory  over  Sin,  avd 

Death,  and  Hell. 
1    T  /^~>CME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
L  \_j      High  as  our  joys  arifc, 
And  join  t  e  longs  above  the  Iky, 
Where  pleafure  never  dies. 
3,  Jefus,  the  Gcd  that  fought  and  bledj 
And  conquei'd  when  he  fell  j 
That  ro:'e,   and  at  hi*  chariot  wheels 

Drag-j'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. J  3  [Jefu? 


Book  III.]         HYMN     XXI.  23* 

3   [Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here 
To  this  triumphal  feaft, 
And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down 
For  each  redeemed  gueit.] 

A  The  Lord  !   how  glorious  is  his  face  ! 
How  kind  his  lrniles  appear  !    ■ 
Arid  O  !   what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  bumble  ear  ! 
c   "  For  vou,  the  children  of  my  love, 
"  It  was  for  you  I  dy'd  5 
"  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
"  And  look  into  my  fide. 

6  "  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

(t  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
f(  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
"  From  mifery  and  chains. 

7  "  [Jaitice  unfheath'd  its  fi'ry  fword 

"  And  piung'd  it  in  my  heart  \ 
"  Infinite  pangs  for  you  1  bore, 
"  And  moft  tormenting  fmart. 

S   {*  When  hell  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs 
"  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
'*  To  refcue  thole  dear  lives  of  yours, 
11 1  gave  my  own  away. 

9  "  But  while- 1  bled,  and  groan' d  and  dy'd, 
"  I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne  ; 
"  High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy' 
M  I  he  monrcer  tumbling  down. 


30  "  Now  you  muft  triumph  at  my  fea/r, 
"  And  tafte  my  flefh,  my  blood  ; 
11  And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 
"  For  'tis  immortal  food." 

j  j  Viftorious  God  !  what  can  we  pay"' 
For  favours  fo  divine  ! 
We  would  devout  our  hearts  away 
To  be  for  ever  thine.] 


ta  We 


232  HYMN     XXII,  XXIII.   [Book  III. 

n  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheif.  praife, 
The  tribute  of  our  tongues ; 
But   themes  to  infinite  as  rhei'e 
Exceed  our  nobieft  fongs. 

HYMN     22.      Lo.ig  Metre. 
The  Ccmpcjficn  of  a  Dying  Christ, 
i    /\UR  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  j 
\_J?    O,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move. 
In  {trains  immortal  as  his  ItarWe, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ! 

The  prince/ of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  raniom  guilty  worms  from  death. 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  j 
He  from  the  threat'nlngs  fet  US  free, 
Bore  the  full  veng'ance  on  his  crofs, 
And  nail  d  the  curies  to  the  tree.] 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  ; 
From  all  his  wounds  new  btefiingfl  flow, 
A  lea  of  joy  without^  iherc. 

c  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  ltains, 
And  heald  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood  ; 
BleiVd  fountain  !   fptinging  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God.] 
6  In  vain  our  mortal  vices  ftrive 
To  fpeak  companion  lo  divine  ; 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
A  thoufand  lives  iLould  all  be  thme. 

HYMN     23.     Common  Metre. 
Grace  and  Glory  by  the  Death  of  Christ. 
I    TQITT1NG  around  my  Father's  board, 
Lv^     We  raift  our  tuneful  breath  j 
Our  faith  beholds  her  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 


We 


Book  III.]        HYMN     XXIV.  233 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  fhed, 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rife  j 
The  firmer  views  th'  atonement  made, 
And  loves  the  (acrifice* 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
Our  highefc  gain  fprings  from  thy  Iofs  j 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 

4  O!   'tis  impoffible  that  we 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  ciay, 
Should  equal  fufPrings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

HYMN     24.     Common  Metre. 
Part.:n  ar.d  Strength  from  Christ. 

1  "FEATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
Jv       To  fee  thy  glories  lhine  ; 

The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  feait  divine. 

2  We  touch,  we  taile  the  heav'nly  bread, 

We  drink  the  facred  cup  ; 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  fhall  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  mall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  fky  ; 
Chriil  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a  large  frpply. 

5  [Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaft ; 
We  love  the  mern'ry  of  his  nam?. 
More  than  tiie  vvint  we  tafte.j 

HYMN 


234  HYMN     XXV.         [Book  III. 

HYMN     25.     Common  Metre. 
Divine,  Glories  and  Graces. 

1  T_yOW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd  ! 

£  Jj_      Great  God  !   how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  ftoWmg  wine. 

2  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  fbnds, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  cauie  ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jeius  on  the  crofs. 

3  Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace, 

On  this  great  facri:>ce  j 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 

To  heav'n  directs  her  light} 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  paiiion  meets, 

And  warmer  pow'rs  unite, 
c   Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  rifing  fin  deftroy  : 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 

Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 
6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight, 

Let  fin  for  ever  d.e  ; 
Then  (hall  our  louls  be  all  delight, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 

I  Cannot  perfuade  myfelf  to  put  a  full  period  to  thefe 
Divine  Hymns,  till  I  have  addreffed  a  fpecial  fong  of 
glory  to  God  the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Holy  Spirit. 
Though  the  Latin  name  of  it,  Gloria  Patri,  be  retained 
in  our  nation  from  the  Roman  church;  and,  though 
there  may  be  fome  exceffes  of  fuperftitious  honour  paid  to 
the  words  of  it,  which  may  have  wrought  fome  unhappy 
prejudices  in  weaker  Chnftians,  yet  I  believe  it  {till  to  be 
one  of  the  nobleft  parts  of  Chriftian  worthip.  The  fubje£r. 
of  it  is  the  doclrine  of  the  Trinity,  which  is  that  peculiar 

glory 


Book  III.]  HYMN    XXVI,  XXVII.  235 

glory  of  the  divine  nature,  that  our  Lord  Jejus  drift  ha'.h 
lb  clearly  revealed  unto  men,  and  is  fo  neceiTary  to  true 
Chriftianity.  The  adtion  is  praife,  which  is  one  of  the 
moil  complete  and  exalted  parts  of  heaven'y  worfhip.  I 
have  caft  the  fong  into  a  variety  of  forms,  and  have  fitted 
it  by  a  plain  verlion,  or  a  larger  paraphrafe,  to  be  lung 
either  alone,  or  at  the  conclufion  of  another  Hymn.  I 
have  adaed  alfo  a  few  hofannas,  or  afcriptions  of  falva- 
tion  to  Cbriji  in  the  fame  manner,  and  for  the  fame  end. 

DOXOLOGIES. 

A  Song   of  Praife  t$    the  ever-blejfed   Trinity ,    God  the 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit. 

HYMN     26.     1  ft.  Long  Metre. 

1  "Q  LESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
J3  To  whole  cekftial  fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joys  above, 

And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 

3  We  give  thee,  /acred  Spirit,  praife, 
Who  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  woe 
Makes  living  fp  rings  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore  ; 
That  lea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom,  or  a  lhore. 

HYMN     27.     Common  Metre. 

1    /^\  LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
VJX     Who,  from  our  finful  race 
Chofe  out  his  fav' rites  to  proclaim 
The  honours  of  his  grace. 

2  Glory 


236  HYMN  XXVIII.XXIX.  [Book  III. 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 

Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And,  to  redeem  us   from  the  dead, 
Gave   his  own  life   away. 

3  Glory   to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whofe  almighty   pow'r 
Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive, 
And   blefs   the   happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns   above, 

Th'  eternal  Three   and  One, 

Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 

Has  made  his  nature  known. 

H  Y  M  N     28.     rfb.   Short  Metre. 

1  T     ET  God  the  Father  live 

Jj j  For  ever  on  our  tongues  :  ^ 

Sinners  from  his  firft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 

2  Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
In  honour  to  the  Son, 

Who  brought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 
By  orPring  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 
Of  an  immortal  if/rain, 

Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  graje  convey 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin, 

O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fame  record  within. 

5  To  the  great  One  and  Three, 
That  feal  this  grace  in  heav'n, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

H  Y  M  N     29.     2d.  Long  Metre. 
I    t^S  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

VJJ"  Whofe  name  hath  mifteries  unknown; 

Ir:  effence  One,  in  perfons  Three  j 

A  focial  nature^  yet  alone.  2  When 


Book  III.]       HYMN     XXXIII.       237 

2  When  all  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  joirfd 
The  honours  of  thy  name  to  ra;le, 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

HYMN     33.     2d.  Common  Metre. 

1  t  a  VHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

\_        Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death  j 
Who  faves   by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 

2  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,   ail  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

HYMN     31.     2d.   Short  Metre. 

1  T     ET  God  the  Maker's  name, 

\    i  Have  honour,  love,   and  fear  ! 

To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above, 
Thy  mercy  we  adore  ; 

The  Son  of  thine  eternal  love, 
And  fpirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

HYMN     32.     3d.  Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  Gcd  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

H  Y  M  N     33.      Or  thus  : 

A   LL  glory  to  thy  wond'rous  name, 
J~\_  Father  of  mercy,   God  of  love  j 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  Dove. 

HYMN 


238        H  Y  M  N    XXXV.        [Bcck  III. 

HYMN     34-     3d«   Common  Metre. 

NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Sen, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  aie  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

H  Y  M  N     35.     Ortbmx 

HONOUR  to  the  Almighty  Three/ 
•  And  everlafting  One, 
All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
The  Spirit,  ?nd  the  Son. 

H  Y   M  N      36.      3d.  Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worlhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  fpirit  too. 

HYMN     37.     Or  dui: 

C^\  IVE  to  the  Father  praife, 
"J   Give  glory  to  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

HYMN     38. 

A  Seng  cf  Preife  to  riff  hlejf  d  Trinity  :  The  I  ft.  as  the 

148th  Pfalm. 

1    T"  Give  immortal  praife 
X   To  God  the  Father's  love 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hope:  ab  -      : 

He  fent  his  own 

Eternal  Son 

To  die  for  fins 

That  man  ha<i  done. 

%  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  cvfilaf-ing  woe; 

An: 


Book  III.]       HYMN     XXXIX.         239 

And  now  he  lives, 
And  now  he  reigns, 
And  fees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worfhip  give, 
Whofe  new  creating  pow'r 
JVIak.es  the  dead  fmner  live  : 

Kis  work  completes 
The  great  defign, 
And  rills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God  !   to  thee 
Be  endlefs  honours  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myfterious  One  : 

Where  reafon  fails 
With  all  her  pow'rs, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 

HYMN     39. 
The  2d.  as  the  148th  Pfalm. 

1  /  I  *0  him  that  chofe  us  rirft, 

X     Before  the  world  began  j 
To  him  that  bore  the  curfe 
To  fave  rebellious  man  ; 

To  him  that  form'd 

Our  hearts  anew, 

Is  endlefs  praife 

And  glory  due. 

2  The  Father's  love  fhall  run   • 
Thro'  our  immortal  longs  ; 
We  bring  to  God  the  bon 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues  : 

Our  lips  addrefs 
The  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praife, 
Aad  zeal  the  fame. 

O  3  Let 


240  HYMN    XL,  XLI,  XLII.    [Book  III. 

3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 

And  angel  round  the  throne, 
For  ever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  i  n  One  : 
Thus  heav'n  ihall  raife 
His  honours  high, 
When  eartn  and  time 
Grow  old  and  die. 

HYMN     40. 

The  2d.  as  the  148th  Pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father'.-  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife.; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  bring, 
Our  faith  adores 
•The  name  we  ling. 

HYMN     41.     Or  thus: 

TO  our  eternai  God, 
The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Sp:-':t  all  d':vine, 
Three  myftenes  in  one, 
Salvation,  powr, 
And  praiie  be  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth, 
.r  nd  all  in  heav'n. 
Ti  e  H  O  S  A  N  N  A  :  or,  Salvation  afcribed  to  C  h  r  i  s  t  . 
HYMN     42.      Long  Metre. 

1  T  TOSANNA  to  king  David's  Son, 
JT~J    Yvho  reigns  on  a  iuperior  throne  j 
We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Who  brings  faivation  down  to  earth. 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  evvry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work,  engage, 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sion  fing 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

HYMN 


Book  III.]  HYMN  XLIJI,  XLIV,XLV.  241 

HYMN     43.     Common  Metre, 
j    y  JQSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Grace  : 
J^[        Sion,   behold  thy  King  ; 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  racer, 
And  teach  the  babes  to  fing. 
2  Hofanna  to  th'  Incarnate  Word, 
Who  froni  the  Father  came  j 
Arcr.be  faiva.tion  to  the  Lord, 
With  biemngs  on  his  name. 

H  Y  M  M     44.     Short  Metre. 

1  TJ  OS  ANNA  to  the  Son 
J~ p     Of  David  and  of  God, 

Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down, 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  Chrift  th1  anointed  King' 
Be  endlefs  biemngs  giv'n  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  ring, 
Who  made  our  peace  with  heav'n. 

HYMN     45.     As  the  148th  Pfalrru 

1  T  TQSANNA  to  the  King 
jTjj[    Of  David's  ancient  b\ood  ?     , 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  ghee  from  God : 

Let  old  and  young 
Attend  his  way, 
And  at  his  feet 
Their  honours  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  andfea,  and  Iky, 
His  wond'rous  love  proclaim. 

Upon  nis  head 
Shall  honours  reft, 
And  ev  ry  age 
Pronounce  him  bleft. 

AN 


INDEX 

TO  FIND    ANY  HYMN   BY    THE   TITLE, 

or  CONTENTS  of  it. 

Note,  The  letters  a,  b,  c,  fignify  the  firft,  fecond,  and 
third  book  :  the  figures  direct  to  the  hymn  If  you 
find  not  what  hymn  you  feek  under  one  word  of  the 
title,  feek  it  under  another,  or  by  fome  word  that  is 
of  the  fame  fignification,  though  perhaps  not  menti- 
oned in  the  title  of  the  hymn. 

A. 

AARON  and  Chrift,  a.   145.  Mofes  and  Jofhua^  b. 
124. 
Abraham's  bleffing   on  the   Gentiles,  a.  60,  1 1 3,  114. 

b.  134.  offering  his  fon,  a.  129. 
Abfence    and   prefehce  of  God,  b.  93,  94,   IQO.  from 

God  for  ever,  intolerable,  b.  107. 
Accefs  to  the  throne,  by  a  Mediator,-  b.  108. 
Adam,  his  fall,  a.  107.  corrupt  nature  from  him,  b. 

128.  the  firft  and  the  fecond,  a.  57,   124. 
Adoption,  a.  64,    143.  and  election,  a.  54. 
Advocate,  fee  Chrift's  interceffion. 
Affections  inconftant,  b.  zo.  unfanctified,  b.  165. 
Afflicted,  Chrift's  compafiion  to  them,  a.  125. 
Afflictions  removed,   a.  87.  fubmitted  to,  a.  5,    129,  b. 

109.  fupport  and  comfort  under  them,  b.  50,  65.  and 

death  under  Providence,  a.  83. 
Almoft  chriftian,  b.  158. 
Ambition,  &c.  b.  101. 
Angels  finning,  b.  24.  ftanding  and  falling,  b.  27.  praife 

ye  the  Lord,    b.  27.  punilhed,  2nd  man  faved,   b.  96, 

97.  their  miniftry  to  Chrift  and  faints,  b.  18,  112,113. 
Anger  of  God,  fee  Wrath,  Vengeance,  Hell. 

Anfwer 


244  INDEX. 

Anfwer  to  the  Church's  prayers,  a.  30. 

Anti-vJhrift  his  ruin,  a.  29,   56,  59.  fee  enemies. 

Apoitate,  b.  158. 

Apoftles  commifiion,  a.  128. 

Afcenfion  and  refurreclion  of  Chrift,  b.  76. 

Affiftance  againft  temptations,  a.  iq,  32.  b.   50,  65. 

Affurance  of  heaven,  a.  27.  b.  65.  of  the  love  of  Chrift,   ? 

a.  14.  b.  73.  of  faith,  a.  103. 
Attributes,  fee  God. 

B. 

BABYLON  fallen,  a.  56,  59.  fee  Enemies. 
Backflidings  and  returns,  b.  20. 
Baptifm,  a.  52.  preaching  and  the  Lord's  fupper,  b.  141. 

and   circumcilion,  a.   121.   b.  127,    134.  burial  with 

Chrift,  a.  122. 
Beatitudes,  a.  102. 
Believe  and  be  faved,  a.  100. 
Believer  baptized,  a.  52,   122. 
Birth,  firft  and  fecond,  a.  95,   99.  of  Chrift  miracles  at 

it,  b.  136. 
Blefled  are  the  dead  in  the  Lord,  a.  18.  fociety  in  heaven, 

b.  33»  75-  ,     or 
Bleffednefs   and   bufinefs   of  heaven,  a.  40,  41.  b.  86. 

only  in  God,  b.  93,  94,   100. 
Blefling  of  Abraham  on  the  Gentiles,  a.   113,   114.  b. 

Blood  and  flefh  of  Chrift  is  our  food,  c.  17,   18.  the  feal 
of  the  New  Teftament,  c.  3.  the  Spirit  and  the  water," 

c.  9. 

Boafting  excluded,   a.  96. 
Bodies  frail,  fee  Life,  Health,  Flefh. 
Book  of  God's  decrees,  b.  99. 
Bread  of  life,  is  Chrift,  c.  5. 
Breathing  towards  heaven,  b.  2 3. 
Britain's  God  praifed,  b.  1,  for  deliverances,  b.  92. 
Burial,  b.  63.  with  Chrift  in  baptifm,  a.  I2Z. 
and  death  of  a  faint,  b.  3. 

C, 


INDEX.  245 

c. 

CANAAN  and  heaven,  b.  66,   124. 
Carnal  joys  parted  with,  b.  10,    U.   reafon  hum- 
bled, a.    11,12. 
Ceremonial,  fee  Law,  Types,  Prieft. 
Characters  of  the  children  of  God,  a.  143.  of  Chrift,  a. 

146,    150.   of  bleffednefs,   a.  102. 
Charity  and  uncharitablenefs,  a.  126.  and  love,  a.  130, 

»33- 

Children  in  the  covenant  of  grace,  a.  113,  114.  devoted 
to  God,  a.  121.  «b.  127. 

Chrift,  fee  Lord,  and  Aaron,  a.  145.  and  Adam,  a.  124. 
his  afcenfnn,  b.  76*  Beatific  fight  of  him,  b.  75.  Be- 
loved, defcribed,  a.  75.  the  bread  of  life,  c.  5.  his  care 
of  the  young  and  feeble,  a.  125,  138.  and  the  church, 
feeking,  finding,  &c.  fee  Church,  coming  to  judge,  a. 
6j.  his  commiflion,  b.  103,  104.  Communion  with 
him,  a.  66,  ji.  and  faints,  a.  67,  76.  c.  2.  compa- 
red to  inanimate  things,  a.  146.  his  coronation  and ' 
efpoufals,  a.  72.  his  crofs,  not  to  be  afhamed  of,  c.  19. 
crucified,  God's  wifdom  and  power,  c.  .'O. 

David's  fon,  a.  ■<  6,  50.  his  death  caufed  by  fin,  b.  81^ 
grace  and  glory  by  it,  c.  23.  victory  and  kingdom,  b. 
114.  his  divine  nature,  a.  2,  13,  92.  b.  51.  dwells 
in  heaven,  vifits  the  earth,  a.  76. 

Enjoyment  of  him,  b.  15,  16.  his  eternity,  a.  2,  92. 
example,  b.  1 39.  excellencies,  a.  7*5.  b.  47. 

Faith  and  knowledge  of  him,  a.  J03.  his  flefn  and  blood 
our  food,  c'.  17,  58.  found  and  brought  to  the  church, 
a.  71.  his  glory  in  heaven,  b.  91.  God  reconciled  in 
him,  b.    148.  grace  given  us  in  him,  a.  137.  b.  40. 

High  Prieft  and  King,  a.  61.  his  human  and  divine  na- 
ture, a.  2,  13,  10.  humiliation  and  exaltation,  a.  I, 
63,    141,   142.  b.  5,  43,  81,  83,  84,  c.  ic,    16. 

His  incarnation,  a.  3,  13.  intercefiion,  b.  36,  37,  1 1 3,. 
invitation  to  finners,  a.  127. 

The  King  at  his  table,  a.  66.  his  kingdom  among  men, 
a.  3,  21.  knowledge  and  faith  in  him,  a.  103. 

The 


246  I    N    D    E    X. 

The  Lamb  of  God,  a.  I,  25,  62,  63.  his  love  to  the 
church,  a.  14,  77.  under  defertion,  b.  50.  ftied 
abroad  in  the  heart,  a.  135.  to  men,  a.  92.  lifted  up, 

a.  112. 

Miniftred  to  by  angels,  b.  112,  t  13.  miracles  at  the 
birth  of  Chrift,  b.  136.  miracles  in  his  life,  death,  and 
refurreclion,  b.  137.  and  Mofes,  a.  118. 

Names  and  titles,  a.  147,    148,   149,   150.  nativity,   a. 

3>.«3- 

Obeyed  or  refilled,  a.  93.  his  offices,  a.  149,  150.  b. 
132. 

Pardon  and  ftrength  from  him,  c.  24.  our  pavlbver,  b. 
j  5  5.  his  perlon  glorious  and  graci&us,  a.  75.  b.  47. 
our  phyfician,  a.  T12.  his  pity  to  the  affi idled  and 
tempted,  a.  125.  his  priefthood,  a.  145.  b.  .18.  his 
prefence,  fee  Prefence.  prophecies,  and  types  of  him, 

b.  135.  prophet,  prieft,  and  king,  a.  25.  b.  132.  our 
prophet  and  teacher,  a.  93. 

Redemption,  fee  Redeemer  rejected  by  the  Jews,  a.  141. 
refurre&ion,  b.  72,  76.  is  our  hope,  a.  26.  refurreclion, 
life,  and  death  miraculous,  b.  137.   revealed  to  man, 

a.  io.  to  babes,  a.  11,  12.  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength 
in  him,  a.  84,  8c,  97.  righteoufnefs  valuable,  a.  109. 

His  facririce,  b.  142.  and  intercellion,  b.  118.  falvation, 
righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  in  him,  a.  15,  84,  85,97, 
98.  our  fanctific,atibn,  a.  97,  98.  fatan  at  enmity,  a. 
107.  faints  in  his  hand,  a.  138.  our  fhepherd,  a.  67, 
142.  the  fubftance  of  the  types,  b.  12.  fent  by  the 
Father,  a.  100.  b.  103,  104.  his  fufferings,  c.  16. 
and  godly  forrow,  b.  9,  106.  and  glory,  a.  1,  62,  63. 

b.  43,  8;,  83,  8;.  c.  10. 

His  titles  and  kingdom,  a.  13.  triumph  over  our  enemies, 
a.  28,  29.  types  and  prophecies  of  him,  b.  135. 

Victory  over  Satan,  a.  58.  b.  89.  death  and  hell,  c.  21.' 
unfeen  and  beloved,  a.  <o8. 

"Wifdom  of  God,  a.  92.  our  wifdom  and  righteoufnefs, 
a.  97,  98.     woHbipped  by  the  creation,  a.  62. 

Chriftianj.  :fee  Saints,  Spiritual,  &c.  religion,  its  excel- 
lency, b.  j  31.  almoft,  b.  j  58.  virtues,  b.  16  r. 

Church, 


INDEX. 


^47 


Church,  fee  Worihip,  Saints,  Spiritual,  its  fefcty  and 
prote&ion,  a.  8,  39.  b.  6.;,  92.  its  enemies  ilain  by 
Chrift,  a.  2.8,  29.  convening  with  Chiift,  namel\, 
feeki'ng,  finding,  calling,  anfwering,  a.  66—71.  un- 
der God's  care,  a.  66.  eipoulais  with  Chrift,  a.  72. 
beauty  in  the  eyes  of  Chrift,  a.  73.  the  garden  of 
Chrift,  a.  74. 

Ciicutncifion  aboliihed,  b.  134.  and  baptifm,  a.  121. 
b.  127. 

Cloathing  fpiritual,  a.  7,  40.  | 

Comfort  in  the  covenant  with  Chrift,  b.  40.  reftored,  b. 
73.  fee  Pardon,  in  for  rows  of  mind  and  body,  b.  5c, 
65. 

Communion  with  Chrift  and  faints,  a.  2.  between  Chrift 
and  the  church,  a;  66 — 71.  b.  15,    j6. 

Companion  of  a  dying  Chrift,  c.  22.  to  the  aim  died,  a. 


12 


V 


Complaint  of  a  hard  heart,  b.  $8.  of  defertlon  and 
temptations,  b.  163.  of  dullnefs,  b.  34.  of  indwelling 
fin,  a.  115.  of  ingratitude,  b.  74.  of  floth  and  negli- 
gence, b.  25,   32. 

Condemnation  by  the  law,   a.  94.. 

Condefcenfton  to  our  worihip,   b.  45.  affairs,  b.  46. 

Confeiiion  and  pardon,  a.  131. 

Confcience  good,  the  pleafures  of  it,  b.  57.  fecure,  and 
awakened,  a.  115. 

Conftancy  in  the  gofpel,  b.  4. 

Contention  and  love,  a.  130. 

Converfion,  a-  104.  b.  159.  the  difficulty  of  it,  b.  161. 
delayed,   a.   8S — 91.   the  joy  of  heaven,  a.  101. 

Convidfion  of  fin  bv  the  law,  a.  94,  11  c.  by  the  crefsof 
Chrift,   b.  81,  95. 

Corrupt  nature  from  Adam,  a.  57,   107.    b.   120,   1^0. 

Covenant  of  grace,  a.  9.  children  therein,  a.  113,  \Y&. 
fealed  and  fworn,  a.  139.  c.  3.  hope  in  it,  a.  139. 
made  with  Chrift  our  comfort,  b.  40.  of  works,  "fee 
Law  and  Gofpel. 

Covetoufnefs,  &c,  a.  24.  b.  56,    101. 

Courage  and  conftancy,' a.  14,  j  5,  48.  b.  4,  65. 

Creation, 


248  INDEX. 

Creation,  a.  92.  b.  7',   147.   new,  b.  130.  prcfervatlon, 

&c.  or"  this  world,  b.  13. 
Creatures  praife  the  Lord,   b.  71.  love  dangerous,  b.  4S. 

God  above  them,   a.  S1.  their  vanity,   b.    46. 
Crofs  of  Chrift  is  our  glory,   c.  19.    repentance    flowing 

from  it,   b.  ic6.  falvation  in  it,    b.  4.    crucifixion    t© 

the  world  by  it,  c.  7. 
Curfe  and  promife,  a.  107. 
Cuftorri  in  fin,  b.  160. 

D.        '     . 

DANGERS    of  our  earthly    ^'igrimage,     b.  5 3.  of 
death  and  hell,  b.  55.  of  i>ve  to  the  creatures,  b. 
43. 

Darknefs  difpelled  by  (Thrift's  prefence,  b.  54.  of  provi- 
dence, b.  I09. 

Day  of  grace,  and  time  of  duty,  a.  38.  of  judgment,  a. 
45,  6-,   65,  89,  90. 

Dead  in  the  Lord,  their  bleffednefs,  a.  1 8.  to  fin  by  the 
crofs  of  Chrift,   a.   ro6. 

Death,  lee  Chrift.  and  afflictions  under  providence,  2. 
83.  terrible  to  the  unconverted,  a.  91.  made  eafy  by 
the  fight  of  Chrift,  b.  3..  c.  4.  by  a  fight  of  heaven, 
b.  66.  God's  prefence  in  it,  b.  40,  17.  our  fear  of 
it,  b.  31.  defirable,  a.  9.  b.  61.  overcome,  a.  t;. 
triumphed  over,  a.  6.  b.  no.  prepared  for,  a.  27.  b. 
63.  of  a  firmer,  a.  24.  b.  2.  and  buiial  of  a  faint,  a; 
18.  b.  3.  and  eternity,  b.  28.  and  giory,  a.  1  o.  b.  61. 
and  the  refurrection,  b.  3,  ?C2,  uo.  of  Mofes  at 
God's  command,  b.  49.  dreadful  and  delightful,  b.  52. 

Deceitfulnefs  of  fin,  b.  150. 

Decrees  of  God,  a.  n,   1;,  96,   117.  b.  99. 

Deity  of  Chrift,   a.  2,  13,  92.  b.  51. 

Delay  of  conversion,  a.  88 — 91.  b.  25,  32. 

Delight  in  worfhip,  b.  14.  in  God,  b.  42.  in  converfe 
with  Chrift,  b.   15,   16. 

Deliverance  from  death  and  the  grave,  b.  3.  fee  Enemies. 
Church,  and  fubmiffion,  a.  129.  from  fpiritual  ene- 
mies, a.  47.  b.  65,  82,  hi. 

Dependence 


INDEX.  249 

Dependence,  fee  Faith. 

Desertion  and  temptation  complained  of,   b.  163. 

Defireof  Chrift's  prefcnce^  b.  xoo.  fee  more  in  Heaven. 

Chrift,  Love,  &c. 
Defpair  and  preemption,  a.  1  r  5.  b.  156,  157. 
Devil  vanquished,  a.  58.  fee  Victory. 
Devotion  fervent,  defired,   b.  34. 
Difficulty  of  converfion,   b.  161. 
Diffolution  of  this  world,  b.  13,   164. 
Difeafe,  fee  Sicknefs. 

Difternper,  folly  and  madnefs  of  fin,  b.  153. 
Diftinguifhing  love,  a    11,   12,  96,  117.  b.  96,  97. 
Divine,  fee  God,  Deicy,  &c. 
Dominion  of  God,  and  our  deliverance,  b.  m.  eternal, 

b.  67.  over  the  fea,  b.  70. 
Doubts  and  fears  fupgreft,   b.  73. 
Doxoiogies,  c.  26 — 45. 
Dullnefs  fpiritual,  b.  25. 

E. 

EARTH,    no  reft  on  it,  b.  146.  and  heaven,  b.  10, 

Effufion  of  the  fpirit,   b.  144. 

Election  excludes  boafting,  a,    96.   free,  a.  u,  12,  54,. 

117.    fee  Decrees. 
End  cf  the  world,  b.  164. 
Enemies  of  the  church  difappointed,    b.   92.    falvation 

from  them,   b.  82,  88.   triumphed  over  by  Chrift,  a. 

28,  29.  fee  Church,  Babylon,  Michael. 
Enjoyment  of  Chrift,  b.  15',    16.  fee  Worfhip. 
Enmity  between  Chrift  and  Satan,   a.  107. 
Envy  and  love,   a.  130. 
Efpoufals  of  the  Church  to  Chrift,  a.  72. 
Eftablifhment  in  grace,  b.  82. 
Eternity  of  God,    b.  17.  of  his  dominion,     b.   67.  and 

death,  b.  2S.  fucceeding  this  life,  b.  c  c.  fee  Heaven. 

Death.  "  ' 

Evening  and  morning  hymns,    a.  79,  80,  8i*b.  6,  7,  8. 
Exaltation,  fee  Chrift,  Glory,  Suffering  $g. 

Example 


250  I     N     D     E     X. 

Example  of  Chriit,   b.  139.  of  faints,   b.  140. 
Excellency  of  the  Chriftian  religion,  b.  131. 

F. 

FAITH  in  things  unfeen,  a.  120.  b.  T29.  and  know- 
ledge of  Chrift,  a.     03.  love  and  joy,   a.  108.  and 

unbelief,   b     125.    living  and  dead,   a.  140.  afiifted  by 

fenfe,  b.  141.   its  joy,  b.   162.  in  Chrift  our  lacrifice, 

b.    142.  and  lalvation,  a.    100.  of  alfurance,   a.  103. 

and  fight,  a.  no.  b.  145.  triumphing  in  Chrift,  a.  14. 

for  pardon  and  fan&iflcation,  b.  90.  faith  and  reafon, 

b.  ?7,   109. 
Faithfulnels  of  God's  promifes,  b.  40,  60,  69. 
Fallot"  angels  and  men,  b.  24.   and  recovery  of  man,  a. 

107.  b.  78. 
Fears  and  doubts  fuppreft,  b.  73.        * 
Feaft  of  love,  a.  68.   of  triumph,  c.  %r,  of  the  gofpel, 

a.  7.  c.  12,  20.  made,  and  guefts  invited,  c.  13. 
Fellowship,   fee  communion. 
Fervency  of  devotion  defired,   b.  34. 
Few  laved,  b.  i  58. 
Flefh  and  blood  of  Chrift  the  beft  food,  c.    17,    18.   our 

tabernacles,  a.  no.  and  fpirit,   b.  143. 
Food  fpiricuai,  a.  7,  67,    6ft,  74.  b.  15.  fee  Feaft. 
Folly  and  madnefs  of  fin,   b.  153. 
Forbearance,  fee  Patience. 
F^lvenefs,  fee  Pardon. 
Formality  in  worfhip,  a.  136. 
Frail1,   lr.e  Life,  Health,   Forgetfulnefs,  b.  165. 
Fraiity  and  foily,   b.  32. 
Free,  fee  Grace,  Election. 
Freedom  from  fin  and  mifery  in  heaven,  b.  86. 
Funeral  thought,  b.  61,  63.  fee  Death,  BuriaU 


GARDEN  of  Chrift,   is  the  church,  a.  74. 
Garment  of  falvation,   a.  7,  20. 
Gentiles,  cHi ft  revealed  to  them,   a.  10,   13,  50.  c.  ij, 
14.  Abraham's  blefiing  on  them,  a.  113,  114,  b.  134. 

Glorified 


INDEX.  25! 

Glorified  martyrs  and  faints,  a.  40,  4.1.  body,  b.  no. 

Glory  and  death,  a.  no.  b.  61.  fee  Heaven,  of  God 
above  our  reafon,  b.  87.  of  Chrift  in  heaven,  b.  91.  fee 
Chrift,  and  grace  by  the  death  of  Chrifr,  c.  23.  jufti- 
rkation  and  fan&ification,  a.  3.  to  the  Father,  Son, 
and  Holy  Ghoft,  c.  26—41.  of  God  in  the  gofpel,  b. 
126.  and  grace  in  the  perfon  of  Chrifr,  b.  47.  and 
furferings  of  Chriit,   b.  43.  fee  Sufferings. 

-Glorying  in  the  crofs  of  Chriftj  c.  19. 

God  all  and  in  all,  b.  93,  94.  his  abfence,  fee  Abfence. 
his  attributes,  b.  51,  166,  1  69.  glorified  by  Chrift,  b. 
126.  c.  10.  the  avenger  of  his  faints,   b.  115. 

Care  of  his  church,  a.  39.  condefcenilon  to  human  af- 
fairs, b.  46.  to  our  worfhip,  b.  45;  the  Creator  and 
Redeemer,  b.  35. 

Our  delight,  b.  42.  our  defence,  a-.  47.  dominion  over 
the  fea,  b.  70.  dominion,  and  our  deliverance,  b.  in. 
dwells  with  the  humble,  a.  87. 

Eternity,  b.  17.  eternal  dominion,  b.  67.  everlafting 
abfence  intolerable;  b.  100,   107. 

Far  above  his  creatures;  a.  82.  the  Father,  Son,  and 
Spirit,  c.  26 — 41.  hia  Aithfulnefs  to  his  promiies,  b. 
60,  69. 

Glory  and  defence  of  Sion,  b.  64.  his  glory  above  our 
reafon,  b.  87.  his  goodnef?,  b.  58,  80.  his  grace,  fee 
Grace,  government  from  him,  b.  149.  holinefs,  iuf- 
tice,  and  fovereignty,  a.   86. 

Invifible,   b.  26.  incomprehenfible,  b.  87,   170. 

His  kingdom  fupreme,  b.  u5.  his  love  in  fending  his 
Son,  a.   100. 

And  our  neighbour  loved,  a.  116. 

Our  portion  or  chief  good,  b.  93,94.  his  power,  b.  80. 
and  goodnefs,  b.  6,  7,  S.  his  praife,  fee  Praife.  ore- 
fence  m  lire,  and  at  death,  b.  117.  fee  Prefence.  pre- 
ferver  of  our  lives,  b.  6,7,  8,  19.  promife  and  truth 
unchangeable,  a.   139. 

Sightof  him  weans  us  from  earth,  b.  41.  fovereign,  b.  170. 

Terrible  Majcfty,  b.  22.  and  mercy,  b.    80.  his  truth, 

'  Vengeance, 


252  I     N    D    E     X. 

Vengeance,  b.  44.,  62.   Unity  and  Trinity,  c.  26— 4i> 

His  word,  a.  53.  wrath  and  mercy,   a.   42. 

Goodnefs  of  God,  b.  58.  74.  fee  Grace,  and  power  of 
God,  a.  42.  b.  80. 

Gofpel  feaft,  c.  12.  fee  Grace,  Feaft.  invitation  and 
provifion,  a.  7.  c.  20.  times,  their  bleffednefs,  a.  10. 
fee  Scripture,  glorifies  God,  b.  126.  no  liberty  to  fin, 
a.  106,  132,  140.  not  afhamed  of  it,  a.  103.  c.  19. 
and  law,  a.  94.  b.  >2o,  121,  124.  finned  againft,  a. 
118.  its  different  fuccefs,  a.  119.  b.  144.  miniftry, 
a.  10.  attefted  by  miracles,  a.  128.  b.  136)  137.  its 
glorious  effects,  b.   138. 

Government  from  God,  b.  149. 

Grace  and  glory  by  the  death    of  Chrift,  c.  23.  of  the 
'  fpirit,  a.  102.   converting,  b.  159.   in  exercife,  c.  25. 
juftifies,  a.  94.  fanc~r.irks  and 'faves,  a.m.  not  con- 
veyed by  parents,     a.    99.    all-fufficient  in    duty  and 
fufferings,  a.    15,  32,  104.  given,  in  Chrift,   a.  137. 
covenant,  a.   9.  children  in  it,  a,   113,   114.  and  ho- 
linefs,  a.   132.  electing,  a.   54..  its   freedom    and  fo- 
vereignty,  a.   11,  12,  96,  iij./b.   96,   97.   and  glory 
in  the   'perfon    of  Chrift,  V>.    47.     adopting,    a.    64. 
perfevering,  a.   51.  promifes,  a.  7,  9.  throne  acceffi- 
ble  by  Chrift,  b.  36,   37,  108. 
Gratitude  for  divine  favours,  b.  116. 
Great-Britain's  God  praifed,  b.  1. 

H 

MAPPINESS,  fee  Bleffed,  Heaven. 
Hardnefs  of  heart,  b.  98. 
;d  and  love,  a.  1 30. 
Health  preferved,  b.  6,  7,  8,  19.  reftored,  a.  55. 
Heaven  and   earth,  b.    to,    ii,   53-     and   hell,    a.  45. 
invifible  and  holy,    a.   io<;.  meditation  of  it,  b.  162. 
joy  there  for  repenting  finners,  a.   101.  its  bleffednefs' 
and    bufinefs,  a.  40,  41.  the  hope  of  it  our  fupport, 
b.  65.  its  profpeft  makes  death  eafy,  b.   66.  worftnp 
of  it  humble,    b.    68.    freedom  from  fin  and  mi fery 
there,  b.  86.    hoped   for  by  Chrift's  refurrecTion,  a. 
•     '•  26, 


INDEX.  253 

26.  infured  and  prepared  for,  a.  27.  Chrift's  dwelling 

place,  a.  76.  b.  91.  light  of  God  and  Chrift  there,  b. 

23.  blefled  fociety  there,  b.    33.  defired,  b.  68. 
Heavenly  mindednefs,  b.  57.  joy  on  earth,  b.  15,  30,  59. 
Hell  and  death,  b.  2.   and  judgment,  a.  45.  b.   62.  or 

the  vengeance  of  God,  b.  22,  44.  the  holy  fear  of  it, 

b.   107. 
Hezekiah's  fong,  a.  £5. 
Holy,  fee  Spirit. 
Holinefs,    fee  Grace,  Spiritual,  San&ifkation.  and  fo- 

vereignty  of  God,  a.   82,  86.  and  grace,  a.  13a.  140. 

its  characters,  a.   102. 
Honour  vain,  b.   101.  to  magiftrates,  b.  149. 
Hope  of  the  living,   a.  88.    gives  light  and  ftrength,  b. 

129.  in  the  covenant,  a.   139.    of  heav'n  by  Chrift' s 

refurre£tion,  a.  26.  of  heaven  our  fupport  under  trials, 

b.  65.  of  the  refurre&ion,  b.   3,  no. 
Hofanna  to  Chrift,  a.   16.  c.  42,  &c. 
Human  affairs  condefcended  to  by  God,  b.  46.  nature  of 

Chrift,  a.  2,  3,  13,  60. 
Humble,    God's  dwelling,    a.    87.  enlightened,  a.  11, 

12,  50.  worfhip  of  heaven,  b.  68. 
Humiliation,  •  fee  Chrift,"    Sufferings,    &c.    and  prayer 

public,  a.   30. 
Humility  and  pride,  a.   127.  and  meeknefs,  a.  102.  in 

heaven,  b.   68. 
Hypocrify  and  fincerity,    a.    136.    hypocrite,  or  almoft 

chriftian,  b.   158. 


JEALOUSY  of  our  love  to  Chrift,  a.  78. 
Jefus,  fee  Lord,  Chrift. 
Jews,  fee  Mofes,  Gofpel,  Chrift,  Gentiles. 
Ignorance  enlightened,  a.   n,  12. 
Ignorance  and  unfruitfulnefs,  b.  165. 
Impenitence,  b.   12  q. 
Incarnation  of  Chrift,  a.  2,  3^  13,  60. 
Incomprehenfible  God,  b.  87.   and  invifible,  .b.  26. 
Xnconftancy  of  our  love,  b.  20. 

P  a  Infant, 


254  INDEX. 

Infant,  fee  Children. 

Ingratitude  complained  of,  b.  74. 

Infpiration  and  prophecy,  b.    i  51. 

Inftitution  of  the  Lord's  fupper,  c.   I. 

Infufaciency  of  fel  -righteoufnefs,  b.  1  54. 

Interceflio'n  of  Chrift,  b..  36,  37,  ziS, 

Invitation  of  Chrift  anfvvered,  a.  70.  of  the  gofpel,  a> 
79,   127.   c.   13,  20. 

John  the  BaptifFs  mefiage,  a.   50. 

joihua,  Aaron  and  Mofes,  b.   124. 

Joy,  faith  and  love,  a.  108.  of  faith,  b.  162.  carnal, 
parted  with,  b.  10,  11  heavenly  upon  earth,  a.  135, 
b.  30,  59.  fpiritual,  reftored,  b.  73-  fee  more  in  De- 
light, Comfort. 

Judgment-day,  a.  45,  61,  65,  89,  90.  and  hell,  b.  62, 
Chrift  coming  to  it,  a.   61. 

Juftice,  &c.  of  God,  a.  86. 

Juftirkation,  a.  14.  fee  Pardon,  by  faith  not  by  work% 
a.  94,  109.  fanctification,  a.  7,  9,  20,  84,  85.  b.  90. 
and  glory,  a.  3. 

K 

KINGDOM  and  titles  of  Chrift,  a.   I  3.    of  Chrift 
among  men,  a.  21,  65.  of  God  eternal,  b.  6&. 
fupreme,  b.   115. 
Knowledge  and  faith  in  Chrift,    a.  103.    laving,  JraiB 
God,  a.  11,  12,93. 

L 

LAMB  that  was  flain,  a.  1,25,62.  fee  Chrift. 
Law  convinces  of  fin,  a.  115.    condemns,  a.  94. 
|^  and  gofpel,    b.  120,  121,   124.    and    gofpel    finned 

againft,   a.   118. 
Levitical  priefthood  fulfilled  in  Chrift,  b.  1,2. 
Life  frail,  and  fucceeding  eternity,  b.  55.    preferved,  h, 
6,  7,  8,  19.  fhort,  frail,  miferable,   a.  82.   b.  39,  58. 
the  day  of  grace  and*hope,  a.  88. 
Light  and  lalvation  by  Jefus  Chrift,  a.   50.  in  darknefs 
t    by  the  prefence  of  God,  b.  54.  given  to  the  blind,  a. 
i  11,  ia. 

Long 


INDEX.  155 

Long  fufTerance.  fee  Patience. 

Lord  Jefus  at  his  own  table,  a  66.  c.  15.  fupper,  preach- 
ing, and  baptifm,  b.  141.  fupper  instituted,  c.  1.  day, 
a.  72.  delightful,  b.  14.  table  provided  for,  c.  20.  fee 
more  in  Chrift. 

Love  of  Chrift  unchangeable,  a.  14,  39.  flied  abroad  in 
the  heart,  a.  135.  its  banquet,  a.  6S.  c.  13.  of  Chrift 
in  words  and  deeds,  a.  77.  of  Chrift  its  ftrength,  a.  78. 
unfeen,  a.  ic8.  to  Chrift,  b.  100.  to  God  pleafant 
and  powerful,  b.  38.  and  hatred,  a.  130.  faith  and  joy, 
su  '08.  and  charity,  a.  133.  of  God  in  fending  his 
Son,  a.  100.  b.  iC3,  104.-  to  God  and  our  neighbour, 
3.  116.  religion  vain  without  it,  a.  134.  peace  and 
meeknefs,  a.  ;o2.  of  Chrift  dying,  c.  4,  22.  to  God 
inconftant,  b.  20.  to  the  creatures,  dangerous,  b.  48. 
diftingui filing,  a.  11,   12.  b.  96,  97. 

M. 

MADNESS,  folly,    and  diftemper  of  fin,  b.   153. 
Magiftrates  honoured,  b.  149. 
Majefty  of  God  terrible,  b:  22,  62. 
Malice  and  love,  a.  1 30. 
Man  faved,  and  angels  punimed,  b.  96,  97.  .mortal  and 

vain,  a.   82.   his  fall  and  recovery,  a.   107. 
Martyrdom,    a  14.  b.  4. 
Martyrs  glorified,  a.  40,  41. 
Mary  the  virgin's  fong,  a.  60. 
Mediator  the  way  to  the  throne  of  grace,  b.  108. 
Meditation  of  heaven,  b.  162.  and  retirement,  b.  122. 
Memory  weak,  b.  16c. 
Memorial  of  our  abfent  Lord,  c.  6. 
Mercies  national,  b.  1,  111.  fee  Grace,  Wrath,  Thanks, 
Meftiah  born,  a.  60.  come,  b.  12. 
Michael's  war  with  the  dragon,  a.   58. 
Minifter's  commiflion,  a.   128. 
Miniftry  of  angels,  b.  18.  of  the  gofpel,  a.  10. 
Mifery  and  fin  banifhed  from  heaven,  b.    86.    and  mort- 

nefs  of  life,  b.  39.  without  God  in  the  world,  b.  56.  of 

finners.  fee  Sinner,  Death,  Hell. 

P  3  Morning 


?S6  INDEX. 

Morning  and  evening  fongs,   a.   79,  80,  81.  b.  6,  7,  8. 

Mortality  and  vanity  of  man,  a.  82. 

Mortification   to  the  world   by  the  fight  of  God,  b.  41. 

by  the  crofs  of  Chrift,  b.   106.  c.  7. 
Moies  and  Chrift,  a.   49,   1x8. 
Mofes  dying,  b.  49.   Aaron  and  Jofh'ua,  b.  124. 
Mourning,  fee  Complaint,  Repentance. 
My iteries  revealed,  a.  1 1,    12. 

N. 

NATIONAL  mercies  and  thanks,  b.   1,  1x1. 
Nativity  of  Chrift,  a.  2,  3,  13. 
Nature  and  grace,  a.    104.   corrupt  from  Adam,  a.  57. 

b.  128,   159. 
Neighbour  and  God  loved,  a.    116. 
New,  covenant   fealed,  c.  3.  promife:,  a.  7.    fong,  a. 
I.  creature,  a.   9.  teftament  in  the  blood  of  Chrift,  c. 
3.  creation,  a.  95.  b.    130.  birth,  a.  95. 
November  5th,  a  fong  of  praife,  b.   92. 

O. 

OBEDIENCE  evangelical,  a.   140,  14.3. 
Old  age,  and  death  of  the  unconverted,  a.  91. 
Offence  not  to  be  given,  a.   126. 
Offices  and  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit,  b»  133.  and 

of  Chrift,  a.  146—150.  b.  132. 
Olive  tree,  the  wild  and  good,  a.   1 14. 
Ordinances,  fee  Worfhip,  Lord's  Supper. 
Original  fin,  a.   57.  fee  Adam,  Nature. 

P. 

PAINS,  comfort  under  them,  b.   50. 
Paradife  on  earth,  b.  30,   59. 
Pardon,    a   fufficiency   of  it,  b.  85.  and  confeffion,  a, 
131.  and  ftrength  from  Chrift,  c.  24.  bought  at  a  dear 
price,  c.   5.  and  fanttification  by  faith,  a.  9.  b.  90. 
brought  to  our  fenfes,  c.   11. 
Parents  and  children,  a.  113,  1 14.  convey  not  grace,  a. 

99. 
Pafibver,  Chrift  is  ours,  b.   155. 
Pafilon,  fee  Chrift,  Sufferings,  Anger,  Love. 

Patience- 


I    N    D     E     X.  z$7 

Patience  under  afflictions,  a.  5,  129.  b.  icg.  of  God 
producing  repentance,  b.   74,   105.      ^  ^ 

Peace  of  conference,  b.  57.  and  contention,  a.  130.  tea 
Comfort,  Joy. 

Perfections  of  God,  b.  166—169. 

Perfeverine  Grace,  a.  26,   32,  48>  51*   1dPm 

Perfon  of  Chrift  glorious  and  gracious,  a.  75.  b.  47. 

Perfecution,  courage  under  it,  a.   14.  - 
Pharifee  and  publican,  a.  131. 
Pilgrimage  of  the  faints,  b.   53.         ■         ,.  .         , 
Pkafure  of  a  good  confeience,  b.  57.  of  religion,  b.  30, 
59.  finful  forfaken,  b.  10,  11.  their  vanity  and  dan- 
ger, b»  101. 
Poverty  of  fpirit,  a.  102,  127. 

Power  of  God,  a,  86.  and  wifdom  in  Chnft  crucified, 
b.  126.  c.  10.  and  goodnefs  of  God  awful,  a.  42. 
b-  80.  .,  _.  , 

Praife  imperfect  on  earth,  b.  5.  for  daily  proteftion  and 
prefervation,    b.   6,  7,  8.  from  angels,    b.  27.  from 
the  creation,  b.   71.    to  the  Redeemer,  b.  5,  21,  29, 
35,  .78.    to  the  trinity,  c.  26—41.    for  creation  and 
redemption,  b.   35. 
Prayer  and  praife,  a.  1.  for  deliverance  anfwered,  a.  30. 
Preaching,  baptifm,  and  the  Lord's  fupper,.  b.   141. 
Predeftination,  fee  Election. 
Preparation  for  death,   a.  27.  fee  Death. 
Preemption  and  defpair,  a-   115.  b.  156,   157. 
Prefence  of  God  in   worfhip,  b.  45.  light  in  darknels, 
b.   54.  in  death,  a.  19.  b.  31,  49-  *  H-  in™'™* 
death,  b.   117.  or  abfence  of  Chrift,  b.   50,  of  Chrift 
in  worfhip,  a.  66.  b.  15,   16.  c.  15.  of  God  our  life, 
b.  93,  94,  ico. 
Prefervation  of  this  world,  b.  13.  of  our  graces,  a.  51. 

of  our  lives,  b.  6,  7,  8,   19. 
Pride  and  humility,  a.    11,  12,   127. 
Priefthood  levitical  ending  in  Chrift,  b.   12.    of  Chrift, 

b.    118. 
Prodigal  repenting,  a.   123. 
Profit  and  unprofitablenefs,  a.   118.  b<  165. 

p  ^  Promifed 


258  INDEX. 

Promifed  Mefliah  born,  a.  60,   107. 

Promifes  of  the  covenant,  a.  9,  39,  107.   fee  Scripture. 

and  truth  of  God  unchangeable,  a.   139.   ourfecurity. 

b.  40,  6c,   69. 
Prophecies  and  types  of  Chrift,  b.  135.  and  infpiration, 

b.    151. 
Profperity  and  adverfity,  a.  5.  vain,  b.  56,   ion 
Protection  from  fpiritual  enemies,  b.  82.   of  the  church. 

a.  8,  22,  23.  fee  Church. 

Providence,  b.  46.  executed    by  Chrift,   a.   1.    over  af- 
flictions and  death,  a.  .83.  its  darknefs,  b.  109.  prof- 
perous  and  affli&ive,   a.  5. 
Provifions.  fee  Gofpel,  Lord's  Table- 
Public  Ordinances,   fee  Worftip. 
Publican  and  Pharifee,  a.   131. 
Punishment  for  fin.  fee  Hell,   a.  ico,   118. 

R. 

RACE,  chriftian,  a.  48.  b.   53. 
Reafon,  feeble,  b.  87.  carnal  humbled,  a.  11,  12. 
Recovery  from  ficknefs,  a.  55, 
Reconciliation  to  God  in  Chrift,  b.   '48. 
Redemption  in  Chrift,  a.  97,  98.  b,  78.  and  Prete&ion, 

b.  82.  by  price,  c.  4.   and  by  power,  b.  29.  fee  Chrift. 
Regeneration,  a.   95.   b.    130.    fee  Election,  Adoption, 

Sandlification. 
Religion  neglected,    b.   32.    vain  without  love,  a.  134. 

chriftianity,  the     excellency   of  it,   b.   131.  revealed. 

fee  Gofpel,  Scripture. 
Remembrance  of  Chrift,  c.  6. 
Repenting  prodigal,  a.   123. 
Repentance  from  God's  goodnefs  and  patience,  b.   74, 

105.  and  humiliation,  a.  87.  at  the  crofs  of  Chrift, 

b.  9,  106.    and  impenitence,    b.   125.    gives  joy  to 

heaven,  a.  101. 
Rcfignation.  fee  Submitfion. 
Refurreftion,    a.   6.    b.  102,   110.    fee  Death,  Chrift. 

Heaven. 
Retirement  and  meditation,  b.  122. 

Returns 


INDEX.  259 

Returns  and  backflidings,  b.  20. 

Revelation  of  Chrift,  fee  Gentile,  Gofpel. 

Revenge  and  love,   a.  130. 

Rich  fmner  dying,  a.  24.  b.  56. 

Riches  their  vanity,  b.  5*6,   101. 

Righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  in  Chrift,  a.  84,  85,  97, 
98.  of  Chrift  valuable,  a.  109.  our  robe,  a.  7t  2°> 
and  felf-righteoufnefs,    a.   131.    our  own  inefficient, 

b.  I54.  s_ 

SABBATH  delightful,  b.    14. 
Sacrament,  fee  Baptifm,  Lord's  Supper. 
Sacrifice  of  Chrift,  b.   142.   and  intercefiion,  b.   118. 
Safety  of  the  church,  a.  8,  39.  b.  64,  92. 
Saints,  fee  Church,  Spiritual.  God  their  avenger,  b.  115. 
and  hypocrites,  a.  t  36,  1*  o.  their  example,  b.  i  40.  cha-» 
rafters  of  them,  a,  143.  in  the  hand  of  Chrift,  a.  138. 
fecurity,  b.  6.  beloved  in  Chrift,  a.  54-   adopted,  a. 
64.  death  and  burial,  b.  3.  in  glory,  a.  40,41.   com- 
munion, c.   2. 

Salvation,  b.  88.  of  the  worft  of  finners,  a,  104.  by  grace, 
a.  in.  in  Chrift,  a.  137.  fee  Chrift,  Crofs,  Grace, 
Heaven,  Light,  Redeem,  Righteoufnefs. 

San&ification,  juftification,  and  glory,  a.  3.  and  pardon, 
a.  9.  through  faith,  b.   90. 

Satan  and  Chrift  at  enmity,  a.  107.  his  various  tempta- 
tions, b.  156,  157.  conquered  by  Chrift,  b.  89.  fee 
Devil. 

Scripture,'  a.  53.  b.   it 9.  fee  Gofpel. 

Sea  under  the  dominion  of  God,  b.  70. 

Sealing  and  witneffing  fpirit:,   a.   144. 

Secure  and  awakened  (inner,  a.   115. 

Security  in  the  promifes,  b.  40,  60,  69. 

Seeking  after  Chrift,  a.  67,  71. 

Self -righteoufnefs,  a.   131.  inefficient,  b.  154. 

Senfe  affifting  our  faith,  b.   141. 

Senfual  delights  dangerous,  b.  10,  11,  48* 

Serpent  brazen,  a.   112. 

Shepherd,  Chrift  and  his  paftures,  a.  67. 

p  c  Shortness 


z6o  INDEX. 

Shortnefs,  frailty  and  mifery  of  life,  b.   3:,  39,   c8, 

Sicknefs  and  recovery,  a.  55. 

Sight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world,  b.  41.  of  Chrift 
beatific,  b.  16,  75.  and  faith,  a.  no,  120.  b.  129, 
145.  of  Chrift  makes  de^th  eafy,  c.   14. 

Simeon's  fong,  a.   19.  c.  14. 

Sinai  and  Sion,  b.  152. 
.  Sincerity  and  hypocrify,  a.  136. 

Sin  the  caufe  of  ChrUVs  death,  b.  81.  and  mifery  ba- 
nifhed  from  heaven,  a.  105.  b.  86.  original,  a.  57. 
pardoned  and  fubdued,  a.  9,  104.  b.  90.  indwelling, 
a.  115.  its  power,  a.  115.  b.  86.  the  ruin  of  angels 
and  men,  b.  24.  cuftom  in  it,  b.  160.  folly,  madnefs, 
and  diftemper  of  it,  b.  155.  conviction  of  it  by  the 
law,  a.  115.  againft  the  law  and  gofpel,  a.  11S. 
crucified,  a.  106.  deceitfulnefs  of  it,  b.   150. 

Sinning  and  repenting,  b.  20. 

Sinful  pleafures  forfaken,  b.    10,    II. 

Sinner,  the  vileft/faved,  a.  104.  and  faints  death,  b.  2, 
3,  52.  invited  to  Chrift,  a.  127.  excluded  heaven, 
a.    104,   105.  his  death  terrible,  a.   91.  b.  2. 

Sloth  fpiritual  complained  of,  b.  -5. 

Society  in  heaven  bleffed,  b.    53. 

Son  equal  with  the  Father,  b.    51.   fee  Chrift. 

Sons  of  God,  a.  64,   143.  elect  and  new-born,   a.  54. 

Song  of  angels,  a.  3.  of  Simeon,  a.  19.  c.  14.  of  Ze- 
chariah,  a.  50.  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb,  a.  49,  56. 
of  Hezekiah,  a.  55.  of  Solomon  paraphrased,  a. 
66 — ^S.  of  the  Virgin  Mary,  a.  60.  for  November 
5th,  b.  92. 

Sorrow,  fee  Repentance,  comfort  under  it,  b.  5c,  6:>, 
69.  for  the  dead,  relieved,  b.    3. 

Sovereignty,  a.  86.  fee  Grace,  Election,  God.  Soul 
feparate.  fee  Death,  Heaven,  Hell. 

Spirit  breathed   after,  a.  74.   b.  34.  writer  and  blood,  c. 
9.  his  offices,  b.  133.  witnefling  and  fealing,  a.  144. 
its  fruits,  a.  102. 
Spiritual  enemies,  deliverance,  a.  47.  b.   65,  S2.   war- 
fare, b.   77.  pilgrimage,    b.   53.    apparel,  a.   7,  20. 

race, 


I    N    D    E    X.  261 

race    a.  48.  ftoth   and   dulnefs,    b.  25,  34;  Joy>  b* 
73,  75.  meat,  drink,  and  clothing,    a.  7.  food,  fee 

State  of  nature  and  grace,  a.  104. 

and  pardon  in  Chrift,   a.  8+,  85.  c.  24. 
Submimon  and  deliverance,,  a.  129.  to  afflictions,  a.  5V 

SuccefiTof  thegofpel,  a.  11,  12,  ii9« ;  b-  J44» 

Sufferings  for  Chrift,  a.    102.  fee  Chnft. 

Supper  of  the  Lord  inftituted,  c.  1.  Baptifm  and  prefch. 

ing,  b.  14T. 
Support  under  trials,  b.   50,  t>3. 
Sympathy  of  Chrift,  a.  125. 


T 


T. 
SLE  of  the  Lord,  fee  Lord. 


rA.iiL.ii  or  tncuuiu,   1^  «»«  — 
Temptations,  hope  under  them,  a.    139.  or  trie 
world,  b.    101.  of  the  Devil,  b.    65,  156,   ifr    and 
defertion  complained  of,  b.   165. 
Tempted,  Chrift's  companion  to  them,  a.  125. 
Terrors  of  dsath  to  the  unconverted,   a.  91. 
Teftament  new  in  the  blood  of  Chrift,  c.  3»/';. 
Thankfgiving  for  victory,  b,  m.  tor  mercies,  b.    lib. 

national,   b.    1. 
Throne  of  grace,  fee  Grace. 
Thunderer,  God,  b.  62.  ' 

Time  redeemed,  a.  83.  ours,  and  eternity  Goo  s,  b.  07. 
Tree  of  life,  c.  8.  and  river  of  love,  c.  20. 
Trinity  praifed,  c.  26 — 41.  1 
Trials  on  earth,  and  hope  oft  heaven,  b.  65.     _ 
Triumph  over  death,  a.  6.  b,   no.  of  faith  m   Cnnit, 
a.   14.  at  a  feaft,  c.  21.  of  Chrift  over   our  enemies, 
a.  28. 
Truft,  fee  Faith.  .. 

Truth  and  promife-s  of   God  unchangeable,  a.  139.  b. 

60,  69.  ' 

Types,  b.  12,  and  prophecies  of  Chrift,  b.  135. 

p  6  VtI* 


t6z  INDEX., 

V. 

VAIN  profperity,  b.  56,  ici. 
Value  of  Chrift  and  his  righteoufnefs,  a.  ioq. 
Vanity  and  mortality  of  man,  a.   82.  of  youth,  a.  So, 

90.  of  the  creatures,  b.  146. 
Viftory,  a  thankfgiving   for  it,  b.  in.  over  death,  a. 

17.  fin  and  forrcw,   a.    14.  of  Chrift,  over  fatan,  a, 

58.  b.  89.  fee  Enemies. 
Virtues  chriftian,   b.   161.     fee  Holinefs,  Love,  Saint, 

Spiritual. 
Unbelief  and  faith,  a.  100.  b.  125.   punifhed,  a.  118. 
Uncharitablenefs  and  charity,  a.  126. 
Unconverted  ftate,  b.  159.  death  terrible  to  them,  a.  or. 
Unfruitfulnefs,  b.    165. 
Unfanclified  affeclions,  b.  165. 
Unfeen  things,  faith  in  them,  120. 


W. 

WANDERING  aitecllons,  b.  20.  thoughts  in 
worfhip,  a.   136. 

Warfare  chriftian,   b.  77. 

Water,  the  Spirit,  and  the  blood,  c.  9. 

Weak  faints  encouraged  by  Chrift,  a.  125.  by  the  church, 
3".   126. 

Weaknefs  our  own,  and  Chrift  our  ftrength,  a.   15. 

Wifdom  and  power  of  God  in  Chrift  crucified,  0  10. 
carnal  humbled,  a.  11,   12. 

WkneiTing  and  fealing  fpirit,  a.  144. 

Word  of  God,  a,  53.  preached,  a.  10,  119.  fee  Gof- 
p°l,  Scripture. 

Wuld,  crucifixion  to  it  by  the  crofs,  c.  7.  the  tempta- 
tions of  it,  b.  10  r.  its  end,  b.  164.  mortification  to 
it  by  the  light  of  God,  b.  41.  its  creation,  b.  147. 
preiervation,  b.  13. 

Worlfcifi 


INDEX.  263 

Worfhip  of  heaven  humble,  b.  68.  profitable,  b.  123. 
condefcended  to  by  God,  b.  45.  Chrift  prefent  at  it, 
a.  66.  b.  15,  16.  c.  15.  accepted  thro'  Chrift,  b.  36, 
37.  formality  in  it,  a.  136.  delightful,  b.  14,  15,  16, 
42. 

Wrath  and  mercy  of  God,  a.  42.  b.  80.  fee  God,  Hell, 


Y 


OK.E  of  Chrift  eafy,  a.   127. 
Youth,  its  vanities,  a.   89,  90.  advifed,  a.   91, 


Z. 


ZACHARIAH's  fong,  and  John's  mefTage,  a.  50. 
Zeal   in  the   chriftian   race,  a.  48.  b.  129.  and 
love,  a.  14.  for  the  gofpel,  a.  103.  b.  4.   the  want  of 
it,  0.-25.  againft  fin,  b.  ^06.  for  God,  b.  116. 
Zion,  her  glory  and  derence,  b.  64.  fee  Church. 


A  TABLE 


TABLE. 

TO    FINJ3     ANY    HYMN     BY     T.HE  FIRST     LlNS. 

A.  Page, 

ADORE  and  tremble  for  our  God  24 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  104. 

All  glory  to  thy  wond'rous  name  237 

All  mortal  vanities  be  gone  17 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  173 

And  muft  this  body  die  176 

And  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes  155 

Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  powers  156 

As  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft  86 

At  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord  2,2,9 

Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son  188 

Awake,  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue  J 5 

Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears  2,6 

Awake  from  ev'ry  mortal  care  184 

B. 

BACKWARD  with  humble  fhame  we  look  3s 

Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme  146 

Behold  how  finners  difagree  79 

Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive  192. 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  1 

Behold  the  grace  appears  3 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay  71 

Behold  the  rofe  of  Sharon  here  39 

Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  1 9  r 

Behold  the  wretch  whofe  luft  and  wine  ,                      74 

Behold  what  wond'rous  grace  3" 

Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee  62 

Blefs'd  be  the'everlafting  God  18 

Blefs'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love  2,35 

Blefs'd  morning  !  whofe  young  dawning  rays  149 

Blefs'd  with  the  joys  of   innocence  187 

Blood 


266  A    T  A  B  L  E 

Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  181 

Bright  king  of  glory,  dreadful  God  133 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  ;                    405 

Bury'd  in  fhadows  of  the  night  60 

But  few  among  the  carnal  wife  ro 

C. 

CAN  creatures  to  perfection  find  213 

Chrifi:  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme  72 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues  J57 

Come,  deaceft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell  81 

Come,  happy  foul?,  approach  your  God  171 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls  77 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove  122 

Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  220 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs  35 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes  J75 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high  230 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord  1 18 
D. 

DAUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold  42 

Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fore  diftrefs  208 

Deareft  of  all  the  names  above  199 

Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid  13 1 

Death  may  difiblve  my  body  now  18 

Death  !    'tis  a  melancholy  day  133 

Deceiv'd  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell  65 

Deep  in  the  duft  before  thy  throne  75 

Defcend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove  1 13 

Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word  74 

Down  headlong  from  their  native  fkies  166 

Dread  fov'reign  let  my  evening  fong  103 
E. 

ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad              2 

Eternal  fov'reign  of  the  Iky  200 

Eternal  Spirit,  weconfefs  19Q 
F. 

FAITH  is  the  brighter*  evidence  73 

Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be  gone         ic8 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint,  to  fee  145 

Father, 


To  find  any    HYMN. 

Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  gsace 
Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands 
From  heav'n  the  finning  ar.gels  fell 
From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  mail  raife 


267 

233 

167 
Hi 


GENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife 
Give  to  the  Father  praife  ' 
Glory  to  God  the  Trinity 
Glory  to  God  that  walks  the  {ley 
Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name 
God  is  a  fpirit  jult  and  wife 
God  Gf  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
God  of  the  feas  thy  thund'ring  voice 
God,   the  eternal  awful  name 
God,  who  in  various  methods  told 
Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord 
Go  wormip  at  Immanuel's  feet 
Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 
Great  God,  I  own  thy  fentencejuft 
Great  God,  thy  glories  fhall  employ 
Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Great  king  of  glory  and  of  grace 
Great  w\as  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 

H.  • 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 
Kappy  the  church,  thou  faered  place 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  . 
Hark  !   from  the  tombs  a  doleful  lound 
Hark  !   the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
Hence  from  my  foul,  fad  thoughts,  he  gone 
Here  at  thycrofs,  my  dying  God 
High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
Flighon  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
Honour  to  the  Almighty  Three 
Hofanna,   &c. 
Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King 


69 

194 
238 
236 
139 

235 
82 

49 
147 
116 

2Q 

7* 
89 

145 
5 
211 
177 
206 
196 


Si 
143 
124. 
142 
4i 
13 
150 
101 
179 
no 

.238 

240 

161 

Hofanna 


268  A     T  A  B  L  E 

Hofanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light  152 

Hofanna  to  the  Royal  Son  12 

Hofanna  with  a  cheerful  found  103 

How  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd  234 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  8 

Kow  can  i  fink  with  fach  a  prop  1S0 

How  condefcending  and  how  kind  nj 

How  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought  169 

How  heavy  is  the  night  60 

How  honourable  is  the  place  6. 

How  large  the  promife,  how  divine  69 

How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ftrrve  83 

How  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  224 

How  fad  our  frate  by  nature  is  161 

How  /hall  I  praife'th'  eternal  God  210 

How  ihort  and  hafty  is  our  life  120 

How  mould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race  53 

How  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  26 

How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place  225 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  131 

How  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious  bright  159 

I. 

I  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lortl  181 

I  give  immortal  praife  238 

I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms  204 

I  lift, my  banner,  faith  the  Lord  20 

I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  197 

I'm  not  a/ham'd  to  own  my  Lord  63 

I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  105 

I  ring  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  179 

Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el  hear  52 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high  212 

Jefus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  88 

Jefus  invites  his  faints  216 

Jefus  is  gone  above  the  fkies  219 

Jefus,  the  man  of  conftant  grief  10 

jefuf,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  30 

Jefus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet  229 

Jefus,  with  all  thy  faints  above  118 

la 


To  find  any   HYM  N.  269 

In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone  33 

In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love  20 

In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil  16 

In  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives  7 

Infinite  grief  !    amazing  woe  1 66 

Join  ail  the  glorious  names  95 

Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'-r  94 

Is  this  the  kind  return  I  5-° 

K. 

KIND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord  43 

L. 

LADEN  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears  J  81 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  2a  1 

Let  everlafting  glories  crown  289 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  5 

Let  God  the  Father  live     g  2-36 

Let  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove  38 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name  237 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay  12 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing  33 

Let  o there  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be  1 10 

Let  pharifees  of  high  efteem  80 

Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong  1 12 

Let  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high  37 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  1 6  8 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  2,06 

Let  them  negledl  thy  glory,  Lord  122 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  word  2 1 8 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n  185 

Life  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord  54 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats  124 

Like  fheep  we  went  aftray  86 

La  the  deftroying  angel  flies  203 

Lo  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife  56 

Lo  what  a  glorious  fight  appears  15 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  209 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  14 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  arc  2-23 

'      '  Lord, 


270  A    TABLE 

Lord,  how  fccuie  and  blefs'd  are  they 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind 

Lord,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults 

Lord,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 

Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 

M. 

MAN  hath  a  foul  of  vaft  defires 
Miftaken  fouls  that  dream  of  heav'n 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 
JVly  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo 
My  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love 
My  God,  my  portion  and  my,  love 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
My  God,  the  ffring  of  all  my  joys 
My  Cod,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 
My  heart  how  dreadful  hard  it  is 
My  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  prince 
My  foul  come  meditate  the  day 
My  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight 
My  thoughts  on  awful  fubjecls  roll 
My  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  fkies 

N. 

^,yAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came 
^    Nature  with  all  her  pow'rs  ihall  fing 
Nature  with  open  volume  ftands 
No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more 
No,  I  fhall  envy  them  no  more 
No  more,  my  God,  I  boair.  no  more 
Nor  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard 
Not  all  the  blood  of  beafts 
Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 
Not  different  food  nor  different  drefs 
Nftt  from  the  duft  affliction  grows 


To  find  any  HYM  N.  271 

Not  the  malicious  or  profane  64 

Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men  61 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  201 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  66 

Now  be  the  God  of  lfr'el  bleft  27 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  •  79 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife  127 

Now  have  our  hearts  embraced  our -God  225 

Now  in  the  galleries  of  his  grace  47 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  56 

Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife  198 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  227 

Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son  238* 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile  1  3a 

Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  205 

Now  mall  my  inward  joys  arife  22 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  1 30 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know  34 

New  to  the  power  of  God  fupreme  82 

O. 

OFor  an  overcoming  faith  13 

Oh!  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe  173 

Oh!   the  almighty  Lord  155 

Oh!  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  162 

Often  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night  42 

Once  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day  102 

Our  days,  alas!   our  mortal  days  I2C 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promiie  Hands  125 

Our  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrongthey  be  159 

Our  fouls  mail  magnify  the  Lord  34 

Our  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  232 
P. 

PLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair  154 

Praife,  everlafting  praife  be  paid  140 

R. 

RAISE  thee,  my  foul,  fiy  up  and  run  12 1 

Raife  your  triumphant  fongs  172 

Rife,  rife,  roy  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  109 

SAINTS 


2-2  A    T  A  B  L  E 

s. 

SAINTS  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word 
Salvation  !    O  the  joyful  found 
See  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
Shall  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
Shall  we  go  on  to  fin 
Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
Sin  hath  a  thoufand  treacherous  arts 
Sin  like  a  venomous  difeafe 
Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hoft 
Sitting  around  my  Father's  board 
So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
Stand  up,   my  foul,  lhake  off  thy  fears 
Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,   that  ufe  to  rife 
Strait  is  the  way,   the  door  is  ftrait 

T. 

TERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'ft  on  high 
That  awful  day  will  fure] y  come 
Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name 
The  glories  of  my  maker  God 
The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
The  King  of  Glory  fends  his  Son 
The  lando  that  long  in  darknefs  lay 
The  law  by  Mofes  came 
The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
The  Lord  declares  his  will 
The  Lord  defcending  from  above' 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 
The  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
The  majefty  of  Solomon 
The  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
The  promife  of  my  Father's  love 
The  promife  was  divinely  free 
The  true  Mefliah  now  appears 
The  voice  tf  mv  Beloved  founds 


To  find  any    H  Y  M  N.  273 

The  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know  45 

There  is  a  houie  not  made  with  hands  6  7 

There  is  a  land  or"  pure  delight          _  •  144 

There  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoicM  9 

Thefe  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  mine  2,3 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love    .  192 

Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires  above  39 

Thus  did  the  fons  of  Abraham  pafs  186 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  49 

Thus  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command  7° 

Thus  faith  the  High  and  Lofty  One               •  54 

Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkies  1 57 

Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  73 

Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord  58 

Thy  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  129 

Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  *38 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  l  S7 

'Tis  from  the  treafuresof  his  word  91 

'Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  commands  1^5 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son  237 

To  God  the  only  wife  2S 

To  God  the  Father's  throne  240 

To  him  that  chofe  us  firft  239 

To  our  eternal  God  24° 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord  20 1 

'Twas  on  that  dark  that  doleful  night  ?n  5 

'Twas  the  comrnirTion  of  our  Lord  29 

V. 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men  58 

Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place  6 1 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie  126 

Up  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high  129 

W. 

WE  are  a  garden  vvall'd  around  44 

We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord  1S9 

We  fing  th1  amazing  deeds  2,2-S 

We  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love  31 

Welcome- 


Y 


274  A     T  A  B  L  E,    &c. 

Welcome  fweet  day  of  reft  10y 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone  123 

What  different  pow'i*s  of  grace  arid  fin  196 

What  equal  honours  fhall  we  bring  36 

What  happy  men  or  angels  thefe  22 

What  mighty  man  or  mighty  God  10 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  21 

When  I  can  read  my  tide  clear  143 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  170 

When  I  furvey  the  wond'rous  crofs  220 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  deftrefs  30 

When  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell  46 

When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race  153 

When  the  great  builder  arch'd  the  ikies  114 

Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord           *  203 

WTho  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rile  62 

Who  hath  believ'd  thy  word  8  c 

Who  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs  48 

Who  fhall  the  Lord's  elecT:  condemn  j  1 

Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls  1  c8 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  Friends  loo 

Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee  1 1 1 

Why  mould  the  children  of  a  King  88 

Why  fliould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  209 

Why  mould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  120 

With  cheerful  voice  I  fing  02 

With  holy  fear  and  humble  fong  128 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  76 

Y. 

E  angels  round  the  throne  238 

Ye  fons  of  Adam  vain  and  yoisng  55 

Z. 

2I0N  rejoice,  and  Judah  fing  177 


A  TABLE 


Table 

of      THE 
SCRIPTURES  that  are  turned  into  Verse; 

In  the  First  Boo*. 


Hymn.  | 

Elymn. 

Gen.  iii.  1,  %Sj  *7» 

107! 

Solo.  7  i.  2—5, 12, 
Song.  J   i.   7. 

17.  66 

xvii.   7. 

113 

67 

xvii.  7,  .10. 

121 

ii.   1,  2,  3,  &c. 

68 

xxii.  6. 

129 

ii.  8,  9,  &c. 

69 

Job  i.   21 

5 

ii.  14,  16,  17. 

•  70 

iii.   14,  .15. 

24 

iii.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5. 

7i 

iv.   17,  21. 

82 

iii.   11. 

72 

v.  6,  7,  8. 

83 

iv.   i,  7,  11. 

73 

ix.  z,  10. 

86 

iv.  12,  14,  15. 

74 

xiv.  4. 

Sl 

v.   1. 

74 

xix.   25,  26,  27. 

6 

v.  9—16. 

75 

pfalm  iii.   5,  6. 

80 

vi.   1,  2,  3,  12. 

76 

iv.   8. 

80 

vii.   5,  9,  13. 

77 

xix.   5,  8. 

79 

viii.  5,  8,  14. 

78 

xlix.  6,  9. 

24 

Ifaiah  v.  2,  7,  10. 

10 

li.  5* 

57 

ix.  2,  6,  7. 

*3 

Ixxiii.  24,  25. 

79 

xx vi.   1,  2,  &c. 

8 

cxxxix.  23,  24. 

136 

xxvi.  8,  20. 

3o 

cxiiii.  S» 

80 

xxxviii.    9,  &c. 

55 

cxlvii.   19,  20. 

53 

xl.  27,  2S,  &c. 

3* 

Prov.  viii.  1,  22,  32. 

92 

T  he  fame. 

f 

viJi.   34>  3.6» 

93 

xlv.   7. 

81 

i4 

Ecclef.  viii.  8. 

24 

xlv.  21,  25. 

ix.  4,  5,  6,  ic. 

88 

The  farce. 

8S 

xi.  9. 

89 

xlix.  13,  '4,  Sec. 

,        39 

The  fame. 

90 

liii.  1 — 5,  10,  12 

.      141 

xii.   I,  7. 

91 

liii.  6,  9,  12. 

142 

Q- 

Ifaiah 

2j6    A  Table  of  the 

Hymn, 

Ifaiah  lv.  T,  2,  &c.  7 

The  fame.  9 

lvii.   15,   16.  &7 

lxi.   10.  20 

lxiii.   1,  2,  3,  &c.  28 

lxiii.  4,  5,  6,  7.  29 

lxv.  20.  9: 

Lam.  iii.  23.  Si 

Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &c.      9 

Mic.  vii.   19.  9 

Nah.  i,    I,  2.  3,  &c«  42 

Zech.  xiii.  1.  9 

Matt.  iii.  9.  99 

v.   3,  12.  102 

xi.  28,  30.  127 

xii.   20.  125 

xiii.   16,17.  ,0 

xxi.  9.  16 

xxii.   37,  40.  116 

xxviii.   18,  &c.  iz8 

xxviii.    19.  51 

Mark  x.  14.  113 

xvi.     5,  &c.  128 

Luke  i.  30,  &c.  3 

i.  46,  &c.  60 

1.  68.  150 

ii.  16,  &c.  3 

ii.  27.  19 

x.  21,  22.  11 

The  fame.     <  12 

xv.  7',   10.  toi 

xv.  i'3,"&c.  123 

xviii.  10,  '&c.  >  131 

xix.  38,  40.  1 6 

John  i.  1,  -3,-  14.  2 

i.  i|.  95 

1.  27,  2i8 


Scriptures,  &c 

Hymn* 

John  i.  29,  32. 

50 

Hi.   3,  &c. 

95 

iii.   14,   16. 

112 

iii.   16,   17,  18. 

100 

iv.  24, 

136 

x.  28,   2g. 

138 

Afts  ii.   38. 

5- 

xvi.   14,   f  5j   33. 

121 

Rom.  iii.   19,  22. 

94 

v.   12,  &c. 

.  57 

The  fame. 

124 

vi.  i,  2,  6* 

106 

vi.  3,  4,  &c. 

122 

vji.  8,  9,  14,  24. 

"5 

viii.    14,'  16. 

144 

viii.  33,  &c. 

1* 

ix.  21,  22,  &c. 

117 

xi.   16,   17. 

IT4 

xiv.   17,  19. 

126 

xv.  8,  9,  12. 

"3 

I  Cor.  i.  23,-24. 

119 

i.  26,  31* 

96 

i.  30. 

97 

The  fame. 

98 

ii.  9,  10. 

*°5 

iii.  6t  7. 

119 

vi.   10,  ir. 

104 

x.  32. 

126 

km.  1,  2,  3. 

134 

xiii.  2,  3,  7,  13. 

133 

xv.  55,  &c. 

17 

2  Cor.  ii.  16. 

119 

1     v.   1,  5,  8. 

no 

«i.  7,  9,  10. 

*5 

J  Gal.  iv.  4. 

107 

iv.  6. 

64 

Eph.  i.  3,  &c. 

54 

£ph, 


A  Table  of  the  Scriptures,  &c.     277 

Hymn. 
Heb.  xi.  r,  3,  8,  10 
i  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 
i.  8. 


Eph,  i.  13,  14« 

iii.  9.   10. 

iii.   16,  &c. 

iv.   30,  &c. 
Phil.  ii.  2. 

iii.  7,  8,  9. 
Col.  i.  16. 

ii.  15. 
2  Tim.  i.  9,  10. 

i.   12. 

iii.   15,  16. 

iv.  6,  7,  8,  1 
Tit.  ii.   10,    13. 

iii.   3,  7. 
Heb.  i.   1. 

iii.  3,  5,  6. 

iv.   15,  16. 

v.  7. 

vi.     17,  19* 

vii. 

ix. 

x.  28,  29. 


Hymn. 
144 

2 

135 
130 
130 
109 
2 
107 
137 
103 

53 

27 

132 

111 

53 
118 

*»5 

"5 
139 
145 
U5 
118 


1  John  iii.   1,  &c. 
Jude  24,  25. 
Rev.  i.  5,  6,  7. 

v.  6,  8,  12. 

The  fame. 

v.   11— '13. 

The  fame. 

vii.   13,  &c. x 

The  fame. 

xi.    15. 

xii.  7. 

xiv.   13. 

xv.  3. 

xvi.   19. 

xvii.   6. 

xviii    20,  21. 

xxi.    I,  2>  3,  4< 

xxi.  3,  6,  7,  8. 
"xxi.  27. 


.  120 
26 

108 
64 

S 

I 

6z 

63 

40 

4* 

i 

49>  56 
56 
56 
59 
21 

4S 
105 


In    the    THIRD     BOOK. 


Hymn. 


Hymn. 


Luke  ii.  28. 
xiv.  16. 

»4 
12 

John  xvi.  16. 
1  Cor.  x.  16,  17. 

6 

a 

xiv.   17,  23. 
xxii.   19. 
Johnvi.  3?,   35, 

39- 

13 
6 

5 

xi.  23,  &c. 
Gal.  vi.  14. 
1  John  v.  6. 

1 
7 
9 

xiv.   3. 

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